This is a song about "Diss track about my friend kabeer"

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

But something you have to know before i end, never talk bullshit about my friend.

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Took in the info like my new track

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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

Now im ready for my first track

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black