This is a song about "Friendly fire"

And i ain't frontin for her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Here's some friendly advice, i don't like!

Killa never let the drama slide

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I used to be friendly until i got crossed

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Im liable to spit cold fire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Left with nothing but eternal fire

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

What's with all this fire,