This is a song about "Loosing frie"

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

But you was loosing money you was gonna get broke

Loosing myself in the moonlight

I’ll be back on the same night

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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Chose the wrong one and that's why your loosing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess