This is a song about "My friend ruby"

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

There are always signs? my friend left none,

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

To my newly found friend

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

I go back to my friend rob.

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest