This is a song about "Imaginary friend"

Niggas in the street scared

Im starving for blood my friend

You know that shit is my best friend.

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

My best friend who's not there

They tryin to say that i don't care

Put your faith in christ my friend

Nigga i ain't never scared

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't