This is a song about "Childhood best friend"

Now attackin' my best friend? think your shit is handy?

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

For the way my best friend treated me, turned me into ashes

My best friend died while i vacated,

All black everthing on some jigga shit

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

I lost my best friend to treacherous waters like the nile.

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Had to help out my best friend catch his breath and breathe,

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

I wish i could called my best friend thats you

When i get to warwick avenue

You know that shit is my best friend.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest