This is a song about "Being in the friend zone"

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

You phonies 'bout to head home in a box 'cuz it's the dead zone,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Music that y'all condone

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

Turn the ihome down, you're in my zone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent