This is a song about "Going to my friends"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,

Half your body laying on my chest

My friends put me to a real test

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

Bring the battering ram where you live

Going to all his friends yelling that baby ain't his, (but it is though, but it is though)

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

A coward dies a thousand deaths

To me, my friends, it made a lot more sense

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

But this time we are only going to be "friends"

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends