This is a song about "My friend joe"

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

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

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

My best friend died while i vacated,

About some tyga beef shit

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

There are always signs? my friend left none,

It ain't about black or white cause we human