This is a song about "Why you leave baby"

Until i'mma gonei bust on bad boy middle finger to da bratdon't get your young ass smacked

Believe me baby i really really would, i leave in the morning my things are already packed,

Leave you delirious, wondering why?

Now everybody put your hands up high

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Why did you leave me, speak when you need me/

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Well you gotta know baby

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

I don't know why don't you ask him baby

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I lied baby i need you

Why we gotta argue

But i think i like that, just maybe

I asked you out and you said "yes baby"