This is a song about "My bestie"

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2