This is a song about "Lost focus"

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

Stop debatin' conversations, and focus on occupation,

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I lost mona,i lost wife

I need a backyard full court size

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Ive lost my focus, im at my lowest,

My rhymes are potent/time u notice/align ur focus

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

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

By a brotha who was hopeless

Rub the wood and ima show em love

So listen up, y'all better focus