This is a song about "My friend who smells"

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

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

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Day and night are my 'posites rare

My best friend who's not there

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

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