This is a song about "Losing a friend"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You rag on me but say your a friend

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

You rag on me but say your a friend

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I got a friend named chris rent

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/