This is a song about "My unathletic friend"

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

I think it was a story about my best friend

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Niggas in the street scared

Put your faith in christ my friend

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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

My best friend died while i vacated,

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

To my newly found friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend