This is a song about "Friend"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Put your faith in christ my friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Im starving for blood my friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

You know that shit is my best friend.

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

An old friend no stranger

If they ain’t talking bout paper

Niggas in the street scared

I thought you were a friend