This is a song about "I lost my man in my stile"

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm lost in my tears like an ocean, help me i can't see

Man i just lost my temper

And there's little to be glad for

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Lost my damn i phone, for sins i must atone

Usually i get time to get gone and lost in my mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right