This is a song about "Franklins gonna lose"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Or the fact that you're about to lose

Hating on the vertex then you shall lose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Throw on lose yourself and make 'em lose it

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Throw on lose yourself and make 'em lose it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Gonna lose our football but we weren't to shabby we also did this challenge

Don't lose something that's so priceless

Sometimes i feel so worthless

It's now fucken done you lose

Its cold as shit in this booth

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

See i have nothing to lose