This is a song about "A dying friend"

You rag on me but say your a friend

Half your body laying on my chest

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

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

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

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

I just want a best friend

Nigga i ain't never scared

I think it was a story about my best friend

The day before is better than the present

Beach on the weekend

I thought you were a friend