This is a song about "Will not lose"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

So ima lose bitch? my punchlines will beat u till ur black n bruised

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Will i win or will lose, depression gang-bangin till i bruise

While the shit will not be changed.

But i do quite well with all the bait

And i will lose cuz your a bunch of ignorant fools.

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

It will not be taken from the demon

Thinking about how to do this and how not to lose it

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

I'm reinvigorated now my rhymes will not stop

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

In ret-rospective i will, not let it