This is a song about "Lose my respect"

You know my crew can never lose

My time with their half-witted reviews

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

I have my weapon and nothing to lose

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Sometimes i like to lose my mind into crazy fantasies

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

I'm positive you poppin' shit, respect my conglomerate,

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I lose my mind & coordinate, first man around the sun to orbit