This is a song about "Losing soneone"

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

I'm losing my stature

You told me god was the answer

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Got tired of running from the police

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys