This is a song about "Insults on my friend"

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Half your body laying on my chest

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Put your faith in christ my friend

Niggas in the street scared

There are always signs? my friend left none,

Riding around without a fuck given