This is a song about "Losing my virginity at 13 rap"

Im losing my vitality

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Look at all the hoes you losing

Bun b, i’m underground king

And all women who had light features, see

Losing my first battle on here isn't a real biggie/

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

And i got a little big, keep it low key