This is a song about "My friend jared"

As soon as i walk in the door

To my best friend (i fell for)

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

But let me inspire someone who can

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl