This is a song about "Death of a lost one"

Explains the lives of six lost

And inside they think rap's soft

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

At the brink of death he cried out to god ''why?'' give me one more chance

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Lost a style but luckily, i garnered one; it's awkward how

You should of lost a lot of that weighty

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Yeah, yo boosie i was thinkin' i lost a lot of homeboys