This is a song about "Getting lost"

And inside they think rap's soft

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Hop off the bus

Shits getting serious.

And i don't want

You told me to get lost

You told me to get lost

It was my fault

Tell me anything you want

Because i am so lost,