This is a song about "Going to my friends"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to find some friends

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

My friends put me to a real test

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Going to have my pick of classes

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Instead, i’m going to enact my vengeance