This is a song about "All of the lost bobcat keys"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

Hope all over again, we can start

We hell razah's of the lost ark

Because of his decision he has lost all of that,

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Is it these keys of mine?

Lost the glimmer of light that was always present in my eyes.

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Lost of all words, forgetting its night,