This is a song about "Best friend that had just been hit by a car"

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

We were raised by just the very the best we had

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Then i get hit by a car and die

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Friend walks threw the door. but his friend had something else that he was

One parent above, the other live scared

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone