This is a song about "Going to my friends"

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

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Recorded it so all my friends could jack to it/

Shake junt, get buck my friends

To increase my ends

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

We will never die, we are forever alive

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Going to have my pick of classes

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

And them which is more of a circus than a fair