This is a song about "Loss of a son"

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Cuz their all on my balls...no wander i don't know such thing as a loss.

Like money man himself i will neva take a loss

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff