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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

A scythe in my left hand and a sickle in the right

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Everybody finger point in your direction

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

You find me in the studio

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

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

And just left her in a ditch

Nas told me life's a bitch

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine