This is a song about "A friend who back stabs you"

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

I go back to my friend rob.

You see him as a god

If its not couture, i will not go to her

A laid back chiller, who only taught you how to pilfer

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

When i step up out the maserati car

You see my friend, i am a druglord like escobar

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

I attack a rappers track who beefs with me right back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack