This is a song about "Friends turn to the pipe"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Turn the world sideways. just to see thats therez no sides

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

You’ll be the first of your friends to see a volcano

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

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Clock, check-to-check, and our friends behind the counters,

Off the capers, turn you all to vapors, send the afterlife,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

To increase my ends

Giving blowjobs to my friends

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Can't look at you the same we used to be friends