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

You find me in the studio

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

You know where to find me right up in the studio

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

We turnt up in the studio late night

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Her mother deftly left the room,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon