This is a song about "Lose yourself"

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

See i have nothing to lose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

So, just tell me something about yourself

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

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

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Niggas die over shoes

Cause whether you win or lose

Lets be true, your gonna lose

Its cold as shit in this booth