This is a song about "Living with loss"

So here, i'll give you my condolences for such a terrible loss.

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Living with a mininum got me troubled

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

I ain't no mathematician but i gotta stay constant with content in this crap im living

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

Bring the battering ram where you live

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Still living home with ya moms/

And when this beat drops, your heart stops