This is a song about "Jade my friend"

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I think it was a story about my best friend

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

And my friend vlad shoot right in my head

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

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

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

You know that shit is my best friend.

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

There are always signs? my friend left none,

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