This is a song about "Lose it"

I was told to lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

But somebody goes out and they just must lose it,

Cloudy mind gunna lose it,

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

It makes me so sick i lose weight

She self made, i'm self made

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Throw on "lose yourself" and make 'em lose it

I lose it in this music, using vivid imagery,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

It would be a shame if you'll lose that game

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain