This is a song about "Losing friends"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Cause i'm losing patience.

The jiggas and the tips

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

Influenced by how you just cope with losing