This is a song about "Losing myself"

Vision is blurring, losing myself, i hear the screams of my soul burning!

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

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

Relying on myself

I like rollin' with friends

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

I'm everything that they call nice

And i’m talkin, passenger action

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Used to winning but losing is #hell