This is a song about "Left boob"

Got nothing left to say

Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Friend after friend left me

I delete they history

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

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

Left side, left side

Left her outta the limelight

Take away what ever's left

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

I practiced till that shit made perfect

I'm still confused about why you left

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper