This is a song about "Loss virganity"

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

A loss on your part, is a sad thought

Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Little kids are at a loss

And i can't help but stare, cause

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Damn girl, you give me writer's block, i'm at a loss for words,

You have one loss cause you don't know how to start a fight,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

But in the end it is his loss,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Thats not a loss or a gain cause i truly dont give a shit,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit