This is a song about "Not leaving"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

I'm doing the same thing

So we just kept leaving

Leaving them to die in spite

Jt: no one to hold her tight

So yall people best be leaving

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Leaving deaths unanswered.

Tried them didn't work