This is a song about "Me and my best friend being away from each other"

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Me and my friend blastin' off

You know that shit is my best friend.

Hold up yea we the best

Forcing me to stumble and fall while i pick up my best friend and rip him from a dead crawl,

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

Means i'm further away from being hecka paid

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

The day before is better than the present

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Youre supposed to be my best friend man