This is a song about "My friend bob"

Probably die getting some head

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Nigga i ain't never scared

There are always signs? my friend left none,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My best friend told me everything