This is a song about "Chillen with my mexican friend"

Might as well prepare

My best friend who's not there

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

My friend took a pic with his complicated trick

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

So i asked my best friend to provide assistance to try to get her with me

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

Im starving for blood my friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent