This is a song about "Diss track on my best friend"

Had to help out my best friend catch his breath and breathe,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

So 3 weeks later, after school i was looking for my supposedly best friend

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

You know that shit is my best friend.

To my best friend (i fell for)

She leave her hair on the floor

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm tired of them talking smack on my track.

Half your body laying on my chest

You were an amazing best friend