This is a song about "My friend logans birthday"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Me and my friend blastin' off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are