This is a song about "My gay friend andy"

There are always signs? my friend left none,

I can only imagine

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

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

And she wanted the parts of my friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

My best friend died while i vacated,

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit