This is a song about "My friend whyatt"

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

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

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

My best friend died while i vacated,

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

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Me and my friend blastin' off

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Hold up yea we the best

To my newly found friend

Niggas in the street scared

Im starving for blood my friend