This is a song about "Losing your brother"

Your raps were 'cool' brother, it fooled others!

Better yet they work my every nerve

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Losing great part of your sences when you definitly being with her

Look at all the hoes you losing

Don't want to be the king

The aching and pain of losing treading on the back of your heel,

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin