This is a song about "You are lost"

You lost your membrane along the way,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And i don't want

You told me to get lost

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

It was my fault

You told me to get lost

Brain washed all reality is lost lines are crossed

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

The fact yah's not coming back and that you lost the throne....

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Youve already lost this battle so you *sigh*

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Whether or not my endeavors are lost forever