This is a song about "My gay friend andy"

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,

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

To my newly found friend

Stop it if you scared

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Im starving for blood my friend

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend