This is a song about "A friend that pasted away"

You were the friend that kept me true,

I was twelve when the gunned you

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

That i'll be going away

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Maybe we just need to slow

I got a friend name rocco

You rag on me but say your a friend

That happen to act like a black president

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend