This is a song about "Dissing a friend"

Let's pretend he wasn't bullied and he had him a friend,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

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

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

But really that dissing shit was nothing more than a fucking fad

We are see it right , dissing a

Beautiful are thou, africa

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I thought you were a friend

Swear i'm trying to get through

Hey,i took a risk dissing you,

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/