This is a song about "Losing my best friend"

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

I may not be your best friend

Half your body laying on my chest

For the way my best friend treated me, turned me into ashes

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Now attackin' my best friend? think your shit is handy?

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you