This is a song about "A loss"

I let the white man get me, tally it as a loss

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Is that because you don't want your loss total as twenty three?

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Little kids are at a loss

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Damn girl, you give me writer's block, i'm at a loss for words,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Cuz their all on my balls...no wander i don't know such thing as a loss.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Loss of time for play-doh, i'm steady spending more pesos

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,