This is a song about "Having a best friend"

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I think it was a story about my best friend

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Pop kerolos you're ma best friend in life,

Hold my tears i tried my best

I'll never be your best friend

I may not be your best friend

Niggas in the street scared

My best friend who's not there

But now it's more declare