This is a song about "Friend shit"

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I just want a best friend

Niggas in the street scared

Now attackin' my best friend? think your shit is handy?

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Me and my friend blastin' off

That happen to act like a black president

And she wanted the parts of my friend

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

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home