This is a song about "An old familiar friend"

You were an amazing best friend

Niggas in the street scared

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Sometime, somewhere, i'll end up nowhere like an old trend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Been a star since i was back in one time

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

I wander the wastes of an old chart,

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

An old friend no stranger

Took the van, went snatch her