This is a song about "Losing the one you love"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

The one that tells you my love is true

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

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

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Scream at the heavens you reject his love,

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Im the shit you feel after losing a competition.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

"the king losing? its time to squat"

Like a fiend off the best rock