This is a song about "My friend kat"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Im starving for blood my friend

Put your faith in christ my friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

My best friend died while i vacated,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

To my best friend (i fell for)

I got soul, there's more in store

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,

Me and my friend blastin' off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross