This is a song about "Lose troubles"

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Its cold as shit in this booth

And i, who thought i'd lose.

The troubles out here are always tremendous

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

See i have nothing to lose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Or the fact that you're about to lose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

Niggas die over shoes

Lets be true, your gonna lose