This is a song about "Losing you to someone else"

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Do you plan on being you or someone else,

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Raging and raising up hell, waiting to pay someone else,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Why you gotta have someone featured to diss me?

You'd like someone to give you an opinion of your rhymes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe

Well since age twelve, i've felt like i'm someone else

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