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

I thought you were a friend

Niggas in the street scared

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Had a friend of mine try to use my server last

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Not once did he try do a suicide to sleep with death but it happen twice

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

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

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep