This is a song about "F friendship"

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Our friendship grew, we were another's half

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Kinship, relationship, friendship, no discriminating race shit

When she f***in' turns around

I just blank out

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Single it out,our friendship hit 8.5 on the histogram

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Except she's got a little more ass

Our friendship grew, we were another's half

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees