This is a song about "Lost soul"

I used to have a nine to five

I lost mona,i lost wife

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Competition on the court

You told me to get lost

So grab my hand lost soul, and i'll take you down the road,

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Then get out your seat and jump around

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

Tell me anything you want

Yeah,people think i'm lost

Let's put it on cruise control

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Im just a lost soul tryna figure out what my mission is,