This is a song about "Tori fucking brian and leaving noah"

My wifes leaving me for nothing and i wanna know why.

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Stab you with lyrical sword and leaving you with unhealing stitches

I got out of the deep end and said to her that i was leaving

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

You're talking to one of the greatest

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Justins back and he aint leaving, shit happens but no more grieving

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces