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

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

I'm wishing my victims back to life to replace myself there instead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

You told me to get lost

All you need is your passport

Back in time to crown myself god & repeat the genesis

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Well aren't you getting fed up

Now back up off, you know you lost cause i'm sick like cough

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Maybe i'll get my life back and find myself another use somehow.

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now