This is a song about "My friend onalia"

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I think it was a story about my best friend

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

There are always signs? my friend left none,

That's why i never claimed i was the best

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Niggas in the street scared

Im starving for blood my friend

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

To my newly found friend

Hold my tears i tried my best