This is a song about "Lots loss"

Drinkin lots of pitchers

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Antonio i'll give you your first loss, problem solved

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

She need now, she ain't never needed love

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Loss of time for play-doh, i'm steady spending more pesos