This is a song about "Lost best frien"

You told me to get lost

Tell me anything you want

Competition on the court

So say goodbye 'cause the battles lost

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

Come wit me you'll smoke around

It was my fault

You told me to get lost

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I feel lost and unwanted

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Let's put it on cruise control

For this, i thank the lord

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost