This is a song about "Losing mum"

A foster mum while they

She say all men treat her wrong way

I'm everything that they call nice

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Im losing my vitality

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

And this will be the song that we sing

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.