This is a song about "Lose you"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Its your call i can't make you chose ,risk risk you got nothing to lose,

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Mother in a wheelchair nigga tell me what you got to lose

If you lose yourself, that is all you need to ridicule

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

I can only make you lose your caps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Give me dome, then let me skate

You should probably lose some weight

Bad investments you might lose your wealth

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Dont be surprised if you lose

Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose proof so you use

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