This is a song about "Have no friends"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And you ain't got no friends

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

But honestly i have no clue

Notice dude? we don't even have any real friends to be open to

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I have no killer degree, cause

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Damn... no friends, no enemies- i guess they even out

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

No men, no friends, now you're all hers.

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

No good's from compliance, it's do or die, friends

Convertibles with turbo jets

Nonetheless i have no regrets,