This is a song about "Critical my friend"

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

My best friend died while i vacated,

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Im starving for blood my friend

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

I think it was a story about my best friend

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest