This is a song about "Being in love with my best friend"

My best friend cluelessly looked at me and caught a bullet in his brain

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

I think it was a story about my best friend

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I wish i could called my best friend thats you

Watching for the cops that's moving through