This is a song about "Losing the one"

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

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

The aching and pain of losing treading on the back of your heel,

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

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

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

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

Only real niggas stay on top

"the king losing? its time to squat"