This is a song about "Lost her"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

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

Timmy got his bike stole

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Then get out your seat and jump around

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

Zone hoping to write a fully written apology note im an oddity so it wont

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Miami nights, ain't another one

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You lost it at her, the gift you're constantly enamoured with

Tell me anything you want

You told me to get lost