This is a song about "Making fun of my friend"

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

You know that shit is my best friend.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Hold your applause until the ceremony end