This is a song about "Lost and afraid"

Lost ma mother and my brother

And there's little to be glad for

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

But when i rage against haters they all afraid and get shook,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

For real and good music, to hear when they're lost,

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

His father lost his mind, and they both lost there mother.

Saying i was afraid of you, and didn't want you stepping

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring