This is a song about "A backstabbing ex friend"

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

Half your body laying on my chest

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

You got that indie glow

I got a friend name rocco

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Niggas in the street scared

I just want a best friend