This is a song about "Not loosing him"

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Its been 2 years now, i think im loosing my time

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

They pick on him and step on him

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Don't let him do it, you're not on your own!

You told fiasco not to cross the line, acting like you'd smack him

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

And getting money is the song i sing

Chose the wrong one and that's why your loosing

I will not obtain from beef i'll stick him and share it,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

I get my paper, y'all just hate

In him i'm not afraid!