This is a song about "Back stabbing friend"

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

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

I thought you were a friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Im starving for blood my friend

Niggas in the street scared

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

Murdered every bod from my squad

I go back to my friend rob.