This is a song about "Your a looser"

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

You're just a fuckin' looser, weirdo, or maybe a pervert.

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Put a stop to your mocks.

She caught up in my love triangle

Your a horse without a saddle

To my unborn child

A picture in your mind

I grew up there what a looser,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

But now your under a hood

She got that good good

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Slap the shit out of the abuser and let him know his a punk ass looser