This is a song about "Dead freind"

The glare makes me hard to find

Cuz i think i just made a new freind

If not we're practically dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Now you wish i was dead,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

She was dead on arrival

This is the root of all evil

Found dead covered in red

Holla out my set

We don't ever make love

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Fuck around with me you just get dead

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

To them it's just a story

There dead cause i giftwrapped c4