This is a song about "You lost the rap"

The rap game's changing, rearranging you know.

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Your'e lost in the sirens, you need me for guidance,

A military mind mean money

The "you can't stop me" attitude lost me

You told me to get lost

And i don't want

Explains the lives of six lost

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you