This is a song about "Lost prophet"

You told me to get lost

It was my fault

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

His father lost his mind, and they both lost there mother.

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

All you need is your passport

Because i am so lost,

Competition on the court

You told me to get lost

Maybe i can predict the future like a prophet

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit