This is a song about "Lee and nees best friend kat"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

I think it was a story about my best friend

That happen to act like a black president

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

Had to help out my best friend catch his breath and breathe,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

My best friend who's not there

Day and night are my 'posites rare

And i don't run counters no more

To my best friend (i fell for)

All black everthing on some jigga shit

My best friend died while i vacated,