This is a song about "Get lost"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So get lost with your gimmicks

You told me to get lost

All you need is your passport

Explains the lives of six lost

And inside they think rap's soft

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

You'll get lost in your thoughts as if i spoke a different language

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Huh, a metaphor of course

But dont get lost inside these halls

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

Your dirty rhymes got ya stuck in the pig trough, i got the last laugh so just get lost

I lost mona,i lost wife

9 months while holding in life