This is a song about "Ending friend"

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'm spitting out the dirt from the hurt, and ending your hurrah/

Beach on the weekend

I may not be your best friend

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

We're goin' straight to the ending

There ain't no telling

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Bitch, they call it motor city

Friend after friend left me