This is a song about "Having fun with my friends"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Let's pretend that his life would be full of friends and fun events.

With other people, my family, my friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

This the intro just having fun

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Trip acid every night with all my friends as we roam

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Fuck the cops,when i breaking the law i having fun

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

We blasting guns and we having fun when we riding, you ain't even know it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket