This is a song about "Death losing mom"

Well go cry to your mom

When you took my hand up so calm

I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

And i need you to show me love

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Hope i beat this rapper, cause you know i can't stand losing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Constitution, they hurt after losing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Like curses on the radio

Your mom blows, she's a hoe