This is a song about "A chiled hood that was bad and fake friends"

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Im washin off another plate

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood