This is a song about "Losing a best friend"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Pop kerolos you're ma best friend in life,

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

And be back the man i was, your best friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Talking about a friend, of a friend

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

But fuck a fake friend, you best believe it'll be me and my crew

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

My best friend died while i vacated,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I think it was a story about my best friend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret