This is a song about "Gonna lose"

You should probably lose some weight

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Throw on "lose yourself" and make 'em lose it

Throw on lose yourself and make 'em lose it

The dead society of a poet

Lets be true, your gonna lose

High as shit, i’m in a booth

With women with issues

It's now fucken done you lose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

One dark skin i could never lose

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Just keep in mind you bitches gonna lose, bruise,

Cause whether you win or lose

Its cold as shit in this booth