This is a song about "Mean friend"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

Just say he's the best

She hangs up, and calls a friend

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Whats non compos mentis mean?

Hold my tears i tried my best

To my newly found friend

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And i can't help but stare, cause

Me and my friend blastin' off

Half your body laying on my chest

Im starving for blood my friend

I'll never be your best friend

Nigga i ain't never scared