This is a song about "My freind"

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

He just get her bigger bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Now walk to it with your land mind

Cuz i think i just made a new freind

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word