This is a song about "Old friend"

You know that shit is my best friend.

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Me and my friend blastin' off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

One parent above, the other live scared

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Im starving for blood my friend

Hold my tears i tried my best

Niggas in the street scared

Put your faith in christ my friend