This is a song about "Lost lovers"

I feel lost and unwanted

And california on that jerk shit

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

All you need is your passport

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

And i don't want

Because i am so lost,

And inside they think rap's soft

You told me to get lost

Forever lost in your hypnotic

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first