This is a song about "You losing"

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

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

A happy home, that's my fantasy

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

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