This is a song about "Friends that backsta"

To increase my ends

Trying to find some friends

Going to all his friends yelling that baby ain't his, (but it is though, but it is though)

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

You went over to a friends and got fucked deep in that ass crack

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

But they never said that my friends would be a part of it

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

But it never rings that old friends can die by drago

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low