This is a song about "My friend isabella"

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

I think it was a story about my best friend

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Im starving for blood my friend

Half your body laying on my chest

Me and my friend blastin' off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

My best friend who's not there

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare