This is a song about "Losing the one"

Because the possibility of me losing jodi was in full effect.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

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

Vision is blurring, losing myself, i hear the screams of my soul burning!

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

This is my thesis my minds a puzzle and i'm losing the pieces,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love