This is a song about "You lost the rap"

Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

If you ganna rap right say the truth

Explains the lives of six lost

He appreciates your support

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

So grab my hand lost soul, and i'll take you down the road,

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

You may feel like a lost book on the top shelf foregone

All you need is your passport

You told me to get lost

Now u don't have a face to save, so don't be mad you lost the race

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace