This is a song about "Internet friend"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Lets come up to my city

Friend after friend left me

The anonymity of the internet makes idiots brave

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I thought you were a friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

I just want a best friend

Nigga i ain't never scared

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,