This is a song about "My friend laura"

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

But let me inspire someone who can

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Im starving for blood my friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

So tell me why are we at war

To my best friend (i fell for)

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Well you must tell it to escape my friend