This is a song about "Hate my friend"

Half your body laying on my chest

And she wanted the parts of my friend

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

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

My best friend who's not there

Might as well prepare

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I go back to my friend rob.

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

I think it was a story about my best friend