This is a song about "Friends for kids"

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

For the family and my friends when life fades away (x2)

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

And i stand as a motive for my friends

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Champagne for real friends real pain for sham friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Kick out the kids, all three, thankyou for the new life

I turned into something they never became

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain