This is a song about "Friend that died"

I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

You were the friend that kept me true,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I been seeing the faces of people that have died in my life

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

Friend walks threw the door. but his friend had something else that he was

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars