This is a song about "Losing your children"

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

There's children dying and i am crying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Look at all the hoes you losing

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Influenced by how you just cope with losing