This is a song about "My nigger friend"

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

That happen to act like a black president

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

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

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

My best friend who's not there

I go back to my friend rob.

He say, she say." oh my god

Beach on the weekend

Im starving for blood my friend

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared