This is a song about "You losing up"

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Losing great part of your sences when you definitly being with her

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Influenced by how you just cope with losing