This is a song about "Left"

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

She knows you masturbate left handed

Im being pulled left and right

Were running wild tonight

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

'till there's nothin' left.

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I'm still confused about why you left

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

Friend after friend left me

But i think i like that, just maybe

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Your father left you for another

And i'm left for the corrections,

All green nigga pick six