This is a song about "Back stabbing friend"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

You were an amazing best friend

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

When i was starving now it's payback

Niggas in the street scared

Im starving for blood my friend