This is a song about "Your loss"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Is that because you don't want your loss total as twenty three?

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

But in the end it is his loss,

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Until your lungs are compressed from a loss of breath of me impressing you//

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true