This is a song about "Losing you"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Cause i'm losing patience.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin