This is a song about "Lost opportunities"

Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost

Tell me anything you want

You told me to get lost

He appreciates your support

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Faggot faggot faggot,your minds been lost

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

We' ve got opportunities to create

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Let's face it, i can’t replace

You can disown him or stone him

What about the lost solution

But make sure if they do see

Lost in your felony