This is a song about "Jacob the loser"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now they say i look good but i'm a loser inside

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Otherwise i'll see a loser

The ice ain't really nothing to her

The more battles the better the flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those