This is a song about "Losing a pet"

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Everyday losing some source of hope

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Tell me anything you want

Constitution, they hurt after losing

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing