This is a song about "Girls that s a friend"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Never ever pay rent

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You know that shit is my best friend.

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

And now i see that you were just a fake friend

The day before is better than the present

It's a shame that young girls want to end up like you,

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I just want a best friend