This is a song about "Losing time"

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Cause i'm losing patience.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Used to winning but losing is #hell

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

‘cuz i keep winning and these boys keep losing