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

I fucking hate this job

I go back to my friend rob.

Tell you're friend, smoke a 10, back again and im in for the win

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Tell you're friend, smoke a 10, back again and im in for the win

I needed a real friend, who didn't have a loose end

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Tell you're friend, smoke a 10, back again and im in for the win

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Aidan, maybe you'll be next, you and a friend,