This is a song about "A dying friend"

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

That happen to act like a black president

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

If you let me, i'm not just a friend,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I got a friend name rocco

Got it matching though

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I think it was a story about my best friend

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared