This is a song about "Loss"

I let the white man get me, tally it as a loss

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Like money man himself i will neva take a loss

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

She dont have a problem with, with

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

So call the wedding off the sched. due to loss of your bride

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.