This is a song about "Finding a friend"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

I got a friend named chris rent

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I thought you were a friend