This is a song about "Losing you friend"

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

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

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

The day before is better than the present

You rag on me but say your a friend

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Losing great part of your sences when you definitly being with her

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

If you let me, i'm not just a friend,

You were the friend that kept me true,

I'm tryna learn somethin new