This is a song about "Falling in love with my best friend"

My best friend told me everything

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

One parent above, the other live scared

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

You were an amazing best friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Now attackin' my best friend? think your shit is handy?

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track