This is a song about "Dissing my friend"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Start dissing, just listen to my vision, not here for money,

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Im starving for blood my friend

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My best friend told me everything

They say that karats help your vision

There are always signs? my friend left none,

And she wanted the parts of my friend

That's why i never claimed i was the best

My best friend who's not there

They tryin to say that i don't care

Speed up, patience, please cause

Me and my friend blastin' off