This is a song about "Mrs hayes losing"

Worried about losing you you ain't even mine

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

All green nigga pick six

Cause i'm losing patience.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

So stop using, choosing all the ones that are already losing.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Hope i beat this rapper, cause you know i can't stand losing

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Automatic kill for pennies

Everyday losing some source of hope

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait