This is a song about "My friend haeley"

Niggas in the street scared

To my newly found friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

I go back to my friend rob.

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

There are always signs? my friend left none,

And you can tell everyone

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

My friend lost his leg,army are dead