This is a song about "Losing lov"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

I'm losing my stature

Baby, you know who you are

Earth's losing gravity 'n slowly stops spinning.

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

My talent should take me places i've never been

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing