This is a song about "Friend manipulation"

Nigga i ain't never scared

Im starving for blood my friend

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

When you only have one friend and they only have one friend

Or something that you paid for

An old friend no stranger

Hold up yea we the best

I thought you were a friend

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She going to borrow some money

Friend after friend left me

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Just say he's the best

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

The story of fuckflossin mental manipulation at its best