This is a song about "Best friends funeral"

My best friends brother hung himself,

I can taste the salt from my tears

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My best friends they recommended me for rap and now im here is this destiny?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle