This is a song about "Left her"

'till there's nothin' left.

Is what i quest

Left her to fuck your momma

Lucky seven probably poppa

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

That was good shit, is there any left

You shouldnt of left her alone

Little latasha sho' grown

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Leaving her behind i admit left me wishing i would die.

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

When you talkin illest rapper

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Take away what ever's left