This is a song about "My unathletic friend"

And she wanted the parts of my friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Army stance, ready for war

To my best friend (i fell for)

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

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

There must be a god

I go back to my friend rob.

Hold my tears i tried my best

Put your faith in christ my friend

Half your body laying on my chest

Im starving for blood my friend

I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest