This is a song about "Losing people"

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Mind lost in darkness he's losing his sight,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

In the morning in the night people in this site are losing every single fight against me

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Used to winning but losing is #hell

So stop using, choosing all the ones that are already losing.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

"the king losing? its time to squat"

Put my trust in my god

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing