This is a song about "My unathletic friend"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

That happen to act like a black president

Im starving for blood my friend

Just say he's the best

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Me and my friend blastin' off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I go back to my friend rob.

I gotta know if it's real or not