This is a song about "End up in the morge with your friends"

That happen to act like a black president

Friends first, but enemies unto the end.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

In your truck with the system up, bring back up wait interrupt, sound erupts

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

In the end i have the only thing you left me with

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

You heard the saying youll end up in a ditch

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends