This is a song about "Losses"

Nonsense, damn writers block, nothing to fight his battles and hault his losses

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

Cos i have to earn and pay for my intellectual losses...

No losses don't mean you unstoppable, thats nonsense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

He had many losses in a land of violence gleaming.

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

So be cautious, you can add this battle to one of your losses

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

All i hand is, losses i ain't even give bandages, the fucks in a rampage