This is a song about "Former friend"

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I just want a best friend

Stop it if you scared

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I'll never be your best friend

Friend after friend left me

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Hold my tears i tried my best

To my newly found friend

Im starving for blood my friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

And she wanted the parts of my friend