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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Lucky seven probably poppa

Left her to fuck your momma

Couple grand when i rock the night

Left her outta the limelight

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Her mother deftly left the room,

Won't run out anytime soon

Now i’m up in this bitch

Maybe i left her in a ditch

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

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