This is a song about "Hit lost"

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

They can’t even come around

You told me to get lost

It was my fault

Competition on the court

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Faggot faggot faggot,your minds been lost

I style on new york, pile up my fork

And inside they think rap's soft

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

After that moscato hit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I feel lost and unwanted/

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit