This is a song about "My fat friend"

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

I can get straight to the cash

Fuck me in my fat ass

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

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

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

I think it was a story about my best friend

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

My best friend who's not there

Right, now you say you don't care

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

My best friend died while i vacated,