This is a song about "Broken best friends"

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

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Most of them niggas dumb

Are grieving and broken

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I just had my fucking empathy broken

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

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

My best friends brother hung himself,

Roll up niggas be like sex

I'm a son of a gun

Streaks are made to broken