This is a song about "Losing it"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Cause i'm losing patience.

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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,

Losing my mind. tried to think through.

Raised by a momma who, who

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Used to winning but losing is #hell

I can smell it when i go outside

Mind lost in darkness he's losing his sight,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

You know i am not gon stop

"the king losing? its time to squat"