This is a song about "Lost her"

You told me to get lost

All you need is your passport

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

You told me to get lost

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Women at my pole

It was my fault

You told me to get lost

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

And inside they think rap's soft

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right