This is a song about "Love lost"

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

Just a lost child, now a lost soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

Recovering from the lost pieces

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I feel lost and unwanted/

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You told me to get lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

His father lost his mind, and they both lost there mother.

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Explains the lives of six lost

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