This is a song about "Getting friend zoned"

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

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Three quarter bills later

An old friend no stranger

Im starving for blood my friend

Half your body laying on my chest

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I prefer your applause without a handout

Poppin off the dome, i'm so blown bro, i'm zoned out

Hold up yea we the best

She hangs up, and calls a friend

And she wanted the parts of my friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end