This is a song about "Loss of mom"

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

And i can't help but stare, cause

Little kids are at a loss

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

But in the end it is his loss,

Huh, a metaphor of course

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