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

And please never disrespect my set

No blood left in her it all been bled

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

But in the end, you left me in the fryer/

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Killed the bitch before i left her, in case she delivered some ducklings

And just left her in a ditch

I broke mama heart with no college