This is a song about "Lost u"

My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

All you need is your passport

Because i am so lost,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

What about the lost solution

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Recovering from the lost pieces

Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

The boa know they loving the crew

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I guess u r lost in this website...pls somebody give him a compass