This is a song about "A dying friend"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

I think it was a story about my best friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Fuck it grab my smg and cock it,cock a doodle doo now see whos dying

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

I got a friend name rocco

Lost my nigga over nothing though

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

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I'm a dangerous enemy, even more so a friend

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",