This is a song about "My friend isabella"

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Nigga i ain't never scared

You see him as a god

I go back to my friend rob.

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Im starving for blood my friend

Niggas in the street scared

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

You know that shit is my best friend.

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Optimism - wishin' make you too content