This is a song about "My friend chase"

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

And i just love your flashy ways

You know that shit is my best friend.

Niggas in the street scared

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Speaking my two way's trynna put it wright for the chase

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

My best friend died while i vacated,

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest