This is a song about "Left tab"

He was being a bully so i left

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They want fun and the fame, when underground rapper are turnin thr tab-les.

You bitch boys have your own tab, but i'm running up the check

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

That was good shit, is there any left

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Got nothing left to say

And all of that was okay

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

So here i am at the store for some chips

And i'm left for the corrections,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits