This is a song about "My great friend"

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

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

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

That happen to act like a black president

My best friend died while i vacated,

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I go back to my friend rob.

He say, she say, oh my god

They're tryin to say that i don't care

My best friend who's not there