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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

You know where to find me right up in the studio

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

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Left pops with a hurtin heart in the chest/

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

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

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Left her outta the limelight

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods