This is a song about "Loosing some one"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

But you was loosing money you was gonna get broke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And be the one everyone would wanna go smoke some of.

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

"you win some you lose some"

Hoes row got beans in them

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Some say i'm an apostle, for my wisdom is unmatched in the kingdom makes me the one who's fearsome

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Chose the wrong one and that's why your loosing

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Some one jumps out to the bushes to find me