This is a song about "Up and left"

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

And im still a teen genius, that part of me never left

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

And when there's nothing left to pass, we might pass to the left

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

Enforce, i'm elegant and

And his shit left on your pavement

I trashed my entire room, and whatever was left,

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j

And i'm left for the corrections,

So i guess that's where i hide my things