This is a song about "My friend george"

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Me and my friend blastin' off

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I go back to my friend rob.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

And this will be the song that we sing

My best friend told me everything

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

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

To my best friend (i fell for)

Not relying on the light no more