This is a song about "Friends turn there backs"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

When my backs against the wall

By the phone, no call

Tryna blend in like few of my friends did - damn! there too i hardly fit in

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Sitting there sipping beer man i my friends are dumb but i love them.

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Since we were never really friends.

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Grown men never should bite their tongue

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

To increase my ends

Frequent toker, ask my friends.