This is a song about "Friends and cousins worried about you because you cut yourself"

You talkin' shit about randy, but look at yourself

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Worried about losing you you ain't even mine

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You got friends how only cares about your money!

But it was africa the continent we all came from

"three i be hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Damaged my heart and soul just because you want to think of yourself

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

To increase my ends

And you ain't got no friends

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

We'll be friends like you and me