This is a song about "Bro u think ur still my friend"

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

So u dont remember things? so u write it on ur face,

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Callin me out? dood u ain't got my number ur not on my level

I think it was a story about my best friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Im starving for blood my friend

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

You think you high and mighty but no you're wrong bro

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

Til u start to use ur head to think,