This is a song about "Losing your dad"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Ready to leave guess your losing me, that ain't working while posing is humorously

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Everyday losing some source of hope

New canvas she need a new stroke

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here