This is a song about "Death losing mom"

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

That's all u need is death

Dc has never seen such progress

Well go cry to your mom

My sim card's the bomb

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

So stop using, choosing all the ones that are already losing.

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

What you getting is death

So hold back ya tears

Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs