This is a song about "Depressed over an old best friend"

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

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

Can you picture my specific plan

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

So he told his best friend, that he would create a civilization

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Think of me as your best friend, someone to defend,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

And never should you tear

My best friend who's not there

I may not be your best friend

Half your body laying on my chest