This is a song about "You lost before it started"

You throw, like it already knows what you're going to swing at it before

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

You better go and figure it out, instead of pout, get out now before

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You think of fashion before it comes time for passion

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

You lost it man, your framing your lines, you can't,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Before you give it up to me

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

But bravo you made it, you lost the battle and made people believe that you got polio

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Lies right before your eyes and they force you to receive it

I'll keep it quick, before you get impatient

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think