This is a song about "Angies lost"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Tell me anything you want

And you all will respect that

I feel lost and unwanted/

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

So say goodbye 'cause the battles lost

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Lost ma mother and my brother

I pipe in and one night her

All you need is your passport

You told me to get lost