This is a song about "Losing everything"

See cash rule everything

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Like a fiend off the best rock

"the king losing? its time to squat"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

So stop using, choosing all the ones that are already losing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Worried about losing you you ain't even mine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Got tired of running from the police

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Here i go again, searching for love

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing