This is a song about "Old friend"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Talking about a friend, of a friend

That happen to act like a black president

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

Nigga i ain't never scared

You were an amazing best friend

My best friend who's not there

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

You know that shit is my best friend.

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

My best friend told me everything

And getting money is the song i sing

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared