This is a song about "Lose my number"

I have my weapon and nothing to lose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

I took my number, i waited in line

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

I'm took my number and i waited in line

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Lose my mind get as high as a fucking kite

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Sometimes i like to lose my mind into crazy fantasies

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

In time we learned to live a life of crime

I'm took my number and i waited in line

I’ll just give you my number think it over

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for