This is a song about "Being a loser"

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

In this cold world, it's all about collection

The latter being a constant misconception,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

A childhood being depressed,

Niggas in the street scared

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Loser fat weirdo freak i've been called a disgrace

Took the form of a human being

Get off a key like i can’t sing