This is a song about "Left her in the studio"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Left her to fuck your momma

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

To take all those wrongs and make them right

We turnt up in the studio late night

Left her outta the limelight

These hoes ain't acting right

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

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An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

You find me in the studio

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though