This is a song about "Being there for you"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

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

But you still give me shit for being so depressed,

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

So to all of you now, thank you for being in a slice of my life

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

I call em up, they might fall through

Thinking nobody's there for you

Fuck me for hating on you when you are just being normal

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival