This is a song about "Im afraid to lose you"

And you, lames ain't willin' to lose your life over rap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Cause whether you win or lose

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

Im scared to die psych, no longer afraid of fright death will come despite

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Sometimes im afraid sometimes im engaged

And i feared that my fans say i failed

The renegade, you been afraid

Early adapters agree they all late

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

But its ok, incentive is to see you lose with hate

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Its your call i can't make you chose ,risk risk you got nothing to lose,