This is a song about "Losing the battle"

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Fuck the rules of this battle,

But now invisible cells around your brain

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

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

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Come battle the blue dragon

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Razor under the tongue, like bitches losing the last few pounds, its a close cut

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Not that we don't like the confrontation or the battle.

He's losing his hope / but starts undoing the ropes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My grip on the real world's losing traction.