This is a song about "My black friend"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

My best friend died while i vacated,

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

You know that shit is my best friend.

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

I think it was a story about my best friend