This is a song about "This is the way you left me"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I just can't handle the fact that you have just left me.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But in the end, you left me in the fryer/

You left way before i reached a breakthrough,

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

I'mma' kill you for puttin me down in this way

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

And the way the play the fame game is making me nauseous,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best