This is a song about "Loss of friendship"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

But it's still cool just to dream man because

But in the end it is his loss,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

Snapped our friendship, you filled a treason, that spewed the demon

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Like money man himself i will neva take a loss

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

It makes the friendship special right to the end

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

I'm the wizard of oz you're a lizard on a gauze smeared with barbeque sauce ur iq is at a loss/

Spit so fast graduated ahead of my class. all you other rappers better bow down cause

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce