This is a song about "Best friends death"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

He's got nothing without his friends

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Since we were never really friends.

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Best friends with da game you are still a guest,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?