This is a song about "Arab friend"

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I may not be your best friend

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

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Half your body laying on my chest

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Beach on the weekend

Put your faith in christ my friend

Let me rideuntil i get free

Friend after friend left me

Niggas in the street scared

I thought you were a friend

I'll never be your best friend

Hold up yea we the best

Im starving for blood my friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end