This is a song about "Left"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Now that's what you call a game

Right now using my left brain

Got nothing left to say

And all of that was okay

That left ya without hope

Used to find dope in his coat

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Never ever pay rent

With the rest who are left

That was good shit, is there any left

That happen to act like a black president

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

Your father left you for another