This is a song about "My friend brian"

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

I respect that you don't know yet

And she wanted the parts of my friend

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Me and my friend blastin' off

I go back to my friend rob.

Ever since then i had no job

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Its sad that the fact is this schwags my only friend

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best