This is a song about "Loss of mom"

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Like money man himself i will neva take a loss

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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.

So here, i'll give you my condolences for such a terrible loss.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts