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

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

You find me in the studio

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Her mother deftly left the room,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Left her to fuck your momma

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

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

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous