This is a song about "Lost lovers"

I lost mona,i lost wife

They took his life

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

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

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

He appreciates your support

You told me to get lost

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

After he just got out, 15 years to count

You told me to get lost

Tell me anything you want

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

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

Explains the lives of six lost