This is a song about "My nigger friend"

Give us this day, our daily bread

And my friend vlad shoot right in my head

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

My best friend who's not there

Says money in the air

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Put your faith in christ my friend

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

To my best friend (i fell for)

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

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

The day before is better than the present

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Me and my friend blastin' off

Intendent attend them, cool cause