This is a song about "You losing"

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Worried about losing you you ain't even mine

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Cause i'm losing patience.

So hold back ya tears

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Im the shit you feel after losing a competition.