This is a song about "Losing a friend to suicide"

To my newly found friend

Beach on the weekend

I thought you were a friend

Niggas in the street scared

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This battle's suicide, here's a rope noose for you to sink in,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

I lose a friend like every year, i choose to take that chance

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

You're trapped inside your upbringing, drives you to suicide,

Keep your enemy's terrorized, there petrified, force a suicide,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Talking about a friend, of a friend