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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

She wasn't weak, but was left for dead in the streets that they drove her down

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And just left her in a ditch

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I spent every chance i had in the studio recording like an addict

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

Won't run out anytime soon

Her mother deftly left the room,

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

We turnt up in the studio late night