This is a song about "My black friend"

My best friend who's not there

Throw your money in the air

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Half your body laying on my chest

Put your faith in christ my friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Me and my friend blastin' off

Hold up yea we the best

To my newly found friend

My best friend died while i vacated,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

You know that shit is my best friend.

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared