This is a song about "Loss of friendship"

It makes the friendship special right to the end

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Single it out,our friendship hit 8.5 on the histogram

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Our friendship grew, we were another's half

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass