This is a song about "Loss of a son"

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

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

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

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