This is a song about "Losing job"

Get you ready for your new job

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I gotta know if it's real or not

My brother need a new job

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

We running that show all around the globe

Everyday losing some source of hope

Im losing my vitality

If you ain't about money