This is a song about "My friend killed himself"

Half your body laying on my chest

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

You know that shit is my best friend.

Im starving for blood my friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

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

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

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

I think it was a story about my best friend

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Its sad that the fact is this schwags my only friend