This is a song about "My unathletic friend"

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

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

I go back to my friend rob.

Cause i break it out a lot

There are always signs? my friend left none,

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

My best friend told me everything

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Hold my tears i tried my best

To my newly found friend