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

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

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

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Left her to fuck your momma

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

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