This is a song about "My unathletic friend"

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

My best friend told me everything

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Niggas in the street scared

To my newly found friend

Hold my tears i tried my best

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

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

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

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end