This is a song about "I have friends"

But i got 500 friends mom i really do

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

I wanna invite all my best friends and family, so we can all chill and have our own fantasy,

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

But i have something you never get! real friends, real bros. support everywhere,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

I like rollin' with friends

I got no friends with no ends

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing