This is a song about "My friend savannah"

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

To my newly found friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

There are always signs? my friend left none,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Its sad that the fact is this schwags my only friend

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent