This is a song about "Lost to be founded"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Fuck everything? i wanna be rich, i guess i've lost my patience,

Lives to be lost papers more important enforcement endorsed with outa warrant

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

I’m ill enough to kill cancer: baby, i’m chemo

But then i lost access to fl studio

I try to keep myself but get lost within

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Usually i get time to get gone and lost in my mind

Your in the era of talent that i founded

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Growing into a lost cause, how can this be.

Where you belong with your family

Fuck everything? i wanna be rich, i guess i've lost my patience,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears