This is a song about "My friend that passed away"

And all those brave rappers who fought and they passed away,

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Never ever pay rent

Put your faith in christ my friend

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Everyone that met her instantly wanted to be her friend,