This is a song about "My friend isabella"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

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

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My best friend died while i vacated,

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Im starving for blood my friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Put your faith in christ my friend