This is a song about "Up and left"

And katrina left all of new orleans devastated,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Took my heart and buried it deep, left me to sweep up the pieces and quietly weep.

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And most mc's,have nothing left to say,

And then left ready to do it again

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

And left stupid like your mom when she got smacked up

I open up and i forgot i left a head in the fridge

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch