This is a song about "Loosing your best friend"

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

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

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I may not be your best friend

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

My best friend told me everything

A break from what you hearing

Then push the milk on a slow bend

You were an amazing best friend