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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Im losing my vitality

20 racks really thats sneaker money

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

Look at all the hoes you losing

Bun b, i’m underground king

We losing freedom, and that's why i'm into the game

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

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