This is a song about "I am lost with out you"

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Man while you hungry i am eating steak with tabasco sauce

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

Because i am so lost,

And i don't want

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Who'd you think i am not?

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Who starts a battle with "i lost a lot of times",

Like fuck it man

Fuck you coz i am stan