This is a song about "Nothing to lose"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I got nothing to lose, loser i'll bruise ya/

Its cold as shit in this booth

See i have nothing to lose

Or the fact that you're about to lose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I have my weapon and nothing to lose

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Can just go ahead and cruise, he got nothing to lose

You'd tellin' me if you had crews and nothin' to lose,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

(plexus) "um not to scare you or nothing

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice