This is a song about "A friends brake up"

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And a couple of em use to be friends to me

Sat up for 3 days staring at the wall my friends like

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

They talk say cool jew na the man

Fake friends it was all a sham,

My friends put me to a real test

Carol city or was it the west

Shit a friends betrayal thats the cruelest

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

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

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

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,