This is a song about "Loosing frie"

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

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

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Chose the wrong one and that's why your loosing

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

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

Loosing myself in the moonlight

No one notice your plight

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Its been 2 years now, i think im loosing my time

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

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing