This is a song about "Making a friend smile"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I'm a dangerous enemy, even more so a friend

A mile wide, smile while i vent

Half your body laying on my chest

That happen to act like a black president

You rag on me but say your a friend

You know what i'm saying

A ghetto in the making.

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

I’m a star in the making

I'm doing the same thing

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Nigga i ain't never scared

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