This is a song about "Losing my nan"

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Take your nan for an instance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Third ward general, young cash money

Im losing my vitality

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Everyday losing some source of hope

To soho, baby milo so dope

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man