This is a song about "Losing your girlfriend"

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

Have your girlfriend calling an ambulance to come scoop yo ass up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not