This is a song about "Friends that forget about you"

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

Then you can tell your friends that you relaxed with the kid

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

First you said that you wanted to be friends

And forget about the trap,

You, you, you have to pay for that

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Dont lie sayig your from the endz, i dont give a fuck about you or your friends

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

So forget about throats and slitting maybe you should

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

We forget about our ancestor's mission

And battling me succeeding? man, forget about that,

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap