This is a song about "Hate for a friend"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

Hold my tears i tried my best

You rag on me but say your a friend

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Nigga i ain't never scared

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Tell you're friend, smoke a 10, back again and im in for the win

Stop it if you scared

She hangs up, and calls a friend