This is a song about "Losing friend"

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

Constitution, they hurt after losing

Beach on the weekend

To my newly found friend

I'm losing my stature

And i ain't frontin for her

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

And all my childhood memories

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

I may not be your best friend

Stop it if you scared

Look at all the hoes you losing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys