This is a song about "Lost myself getting you back"

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Well aren't you getting fed up

On they car note to go to the club

Mic crazytyga man, i'm part asian

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

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

You told me to get lost

And i don't want

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up