This is a song about "Ex who thinks we re friends"

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

But this time we are only going to be "friends"

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Who thinks they're as psycho as me?

Anyone who thinks to take me out should really fear me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Can't look at you the same we used to be friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?