This is a song about "Lost without you"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Lost without a care forcing messages thru antennas,

You can't handle that i'm about to whoop your ass without

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Hope you aint a bidder cause you just lost

I style on new york, pile up my fork

For this, i thank the lord

You told me to get lost

Without lucifer motherfuckers what would you drop then?

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

You told me to get lost

Competition on the court

He appreciates your support

You told me to get lost

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen