This is a song about "Friend"

You rag on me but say your a friend

Half your body laying on my chest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

You rag on me but say your a friend

Hold up yea we the best

I may not be your best friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

I'm a dangerous enemy, even more so a friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Have no souls indeed

Ssc be the friend i need,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/