This is a song about "My left sock"

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

I trashed my entire room, and whatever was left,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Her world with my limp beatin cock,wrapped in a sock,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Life's difficult, my issues have left me analytical.

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Embracing the changes puberty left my dick with

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

You can find me at the exit, you're right, my left

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock