This is a song about "Mikey leaving to ireland"

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

See people to be leaving the cold medina

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

While everybody got ammunition on deck

If i lost you be patient

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

Leaving them to die in spite

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Rack, rack city shit

Leaving god undefeated

And getting money is the song i sing

So yall people best be leaving

Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

It's the reality of leaving,

But he don't rule a thing