This is a song about "I don t want to lose you"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You think i give a shit if i lose im used to the bad news

I don't want to admit it, but i was willing to lose him,

Everybody finger point in your direction

You don;t thin anymore

Im seated by the floor

She's a part time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I bet you try and lose round one just to go home to eat a cinnabon

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

I have my weapon and nothing to lose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Fuck it, i got nothing to lose/