This is a song about "You los"

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Fuck you i'll buck you you suck too

You got your crew behind you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Nobody cares about you except you

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

And word i blew off herb i grew

Baby you know i love you