This is a song about "Fuck a fake friend"

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

A fake personality i dressed

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Aidan, maybe you'll be next, you and a friend,

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Now satan's a friend, man to what extent? fuck it might as well vent,

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I got a friend named chris rent

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest