This is a song about "A friends brake up"

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And i stand as a motive for my friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

And i stand as a motive for my friends

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

What a perfect couple my friends told me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

500 miles push on the disc brake

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents