This is a song about "Back stabbing friend"

Niggas in the street scared

You were an amazing best friend

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

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

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

Bound to start stabbing the game with it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I go back to my friend rob.

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal