This is a song about "Friend turn to enemies"

So y'all niggas can fly

Now its your turn to die

Everyone that met her instantly wanted to be her friend,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

To best with ease, bare adjectives as fast as teeth, against enemies,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

But these days turn to weeks,

Everything ain't what it seems

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Playing christ to these enemies

Right flows down and they might go nice

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Ill be forced to turn vicious