This is a song about "Losing job"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

Constitution, they hurt after losing

And this will be the song that we sing

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Cause i'm losing patience.

Or the trials of relations

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Look at all the hoes you losing

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing