This is a song about "My friend onalia"

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Put your faith in christ my friend

Hold my tears i tried my best

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I go back to my friend rob.

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

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

My best friend died while i vacated,

I just wanna be higher than that

Im trying to see her in bed

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent