This is a song about "Franklins gonna lose"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And i, who thought i'd lose.

Cloudy mind gunna lose it,

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Just keep in mind you bitches gonna lose, bruise,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Hating on the vertex then you shall lose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

It's now fucken done you lose

From the fact that i cannot lose,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

You know my crew can never lose

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Throw on lose yourself and make 'em lose it