This is a song about "Left curve"

Left you bitches there standing idle

With a honey in the middle

Bout time i got my respect

Take away what ever's left

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

'till there's nothin' left.

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

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

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

It was just the four of us uptown corners

I am approached by the curve of the earth

Your new man got my respect

With the rest who are left

And i'm left for the corrections,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six