This is a song about "Being stabbed in the back by your bestfriend"

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

You needed your top angel back in heaven, to help the by and by.

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

They wanna hold us back but we being in the scene

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Freddy jumped out from under the car and stabbed me in my eyeball

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas