This is a song about "Exploring with friends"

Forgot to say his friends with a soldier

I got something you've been waiting for

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

By becomin friends with "the monster"

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I got no friends with no ends

I like rollin' with friends

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Cleverly comprised/ together with friends, family and dalliance

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings