This is a song about "My friend jared"

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I think it was a story about my best friend

That happen to act like a black president

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Girls fast how jamaicans run

There are always signs? my friend left none,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My best friend told me everything

Im starving for blood my friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end