This is a song about "You lost me"

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Im a better mc got you lost in the forest

You had your chance, whore, and now you lost it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

You told me to get lost

Competition on the court

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

You lost your membrane along the way,