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

So he told his best friend, that he would create a civilization

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

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

The day before is better than the present

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

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

One parent above, the other live scared

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