This is a song about "A friend recovering from suicidal thoughts"

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Chances of you recovering from these stitches is like snoop dogg with no bitches

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

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

Girl listen, trying to position

From these thoughts that i'm thinkin

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Hold my tears i tried my best

I just want a best friend