This is a song about "My friend logans birthday"

Put your faith in christ my friend

Niggas in the street scared

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Stop it if you scared

Im starving for blood my friend

He died on my 16 birthday,

Reading shit my critics say

Hold my tears i tried my best

To my newly found friend

You ain't even call me on my birthday

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say