This is a song about "Lost soul"

That's real shit real nigga life

I lost mona,i lost wife

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

He appreciates your support

You told me to get lost

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Competition on the court

You told me to get lost

But like all bad things you should realize, im just a lost soul in this

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business