This is a song about "Freands hate each other"

Our vision for each other after all this was altered

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Its a shame what people say to offend each other

Which compete with each other to complete the deceit.

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Our love for each other was about to just about too expire

Feeding pieces of them to each other so they taste it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

We were created to find each other

If its not couture, i will not go to her