This is a song about "My friend killed himself"

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Its sad that the fact is this schwags my only friend

My best friend who's not there

Let me hear that beat, air

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Me and my friend blastin' off

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end