This is a song about "My friend danny"

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

To my newly found friend

Niggas in the street scared

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

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

Put your faith in christ my friend

Never ever pay rent