This is a song about "Losing league games because of smurfs"

Losing track of time as i jump portal to portal

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

You're chained to the ways of these twisted drug games you've played

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Because the possibility of me losing jodi was in full effect.

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Everyday losing some source of hope

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke