This is a song about "Havent had a talk with a dead friend"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Breaking up with a friend is hard to do but there will be a hero

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I thought you were a friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,

Niggas in the street scared

I just want a best friend

Forcing me to stumble and fall while i pick up my best friend and rip him from a dead crawl,

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika