This is a song about "Lovmiss youe lost"

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I feel lost and unwanted/

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

You told me to get lost

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

What about the lost solution

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Forever lost in your hypnotic