This is a song about "Be careful about yours friends"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Be careful tho bruh, the populace cares how you been marketed/

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

You better be careful when fate

So if it comes down, may the best man win

That shits yours? you must be fooling

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

I've living the life that you and yours could only dream about

All these rappers complain about fake friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Step in to my world but be careful with snares

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

And yours is just about to start tumblin,