This is a song about "Friend ship breakups"

I'll never be your best friend

Half your body laying on my chest

Where i went wrong

But no, that ship has gone

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

It's the moment now, the ship is docking,

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

Im starving for blood my friend

Beach on the weekend

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

It's all good, finna dog that

I’ll just go on a fucking cruise ship