This is a song about "Lost gi"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

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

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

I lost lot of energy today

You make a nigga's night turn day

Tell me anything you want

Because i am so lost,

For this, i thank the lord

You told me to get lost

Forever lost in your hypnotic

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip