This is a song about "Friend manipulation"

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

You know...you know who you are

An old friend no stranger

Hold up yea we the best

I just want a best friend

And i can't help but stare, cause

Me and my friend blastin' off

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

You know that shit is my best friend.