This is a song about "Friend manipulation"

If you let me, i'm not just a friend,

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

The story of fuckflossin mental manipulation at its best

Three town homes in delaware

My best friend who's not there

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Is their main goal even through propaganda mind manipulation

I think it excited her

An old friend no stranger

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My manipulation/ quick to affirm my action/

Half your body laying on my chest

I may not be your best friend

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Niggas in the street scared