This is a song about "Look at your loss"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Don't look at me look to him

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Damn girl, you give me writer's block, i'm at a loss for words,

Your face, oh look at it, you're now getting burned

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Slow and steady wins this race

But it's hard when i look at your face

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

When im home i try to reinforce laws using brutal force, rap without remorse, rap is my source,

I'm the wizard of oz you're a lizard on a gauze smeared with barbeque sauce ur iq is at a loss/

Now look at me than look at you

I'm after you bringing traffic through