This is a song about "Friends turn to enemy"

On the slow jam of love

Ill be forced to turn vicious

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to find some friends

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

From run dmc to public enemy

I'm not an enemy or an entity that's ready to be reckoned with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Every night i stroke hoes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Giving blowjobs to my friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Don't want to tell family or friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends