This is a song about "Losing frendship"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

I'm losing my stature

Doctor made her fatter

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Constitution, they hurt after losing

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Worried about losing you you ain't even mine