This is a song about "Dissing a friend"

You sleep in a nest you dissing are you stressed...

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Aidan, maybe you'll be next, you and a friend,

One parent above, the other live scared

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

I got a friend name rocco

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

I thought you were a friend

Just say he's the best

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

You rag on me but say your a friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest