This is a song about "My black friend"

There are always signs? my friend left none,

Me and my microphone could be one

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

You know that shit is my best friend.

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Me and my friend blastin' off

And i can't help but stare, cause