This is a song about "Being lost"

You told me to get lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Third ward general, young cash money

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

And i don't want

Yeah,people think i'm lost

So say goodbye 'cause the battles lost

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Fuck being counterfeit

For going on being

Why not me the same thing