This is a song about "Loosing fr"

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

And now i'm cool but i'm loosing my temper

Chose the wrong one and that's why your loosing

So if it comes down, may the best man win

But you was loosing money you was gonna get broke

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Loosing my vision, now i wish i'd never gone fishing

Loosing myself in the moonlight

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

I'd rather do business than pleasure

And now i'm cool but i'm loosing my temper