This is a song about "Losing the plot"

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Look at all the hoes you losing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

"the king losing? its time to squat"

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

They tellin' different stories with the same plot, and you ain't even know it

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Lost the plot, your honor rots cause god has sent me

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

For the whole plot get yo soul shocked by a cop, you ain't even know it,