This is a song about "Lost focus"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Explains the lives of six lost

For this, i thank the lord

I enter your realm with pure focus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

So listen up, y'all better focus

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

If we focus on unity instead of separation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Stop debatin' conversations, and focus on occupation,

They know everything even if they don't focus,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Ok now focus, as i spit magic raps like hocus pocus,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love