This is a song about "One day he had been on his side"

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Well i guess i've been on the pad all day

Build his on coarse, never had rules enforced, he used force

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

But now theirs no one on the other side, surprise

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Shoulda been the one you could rely on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

So much in his mind he cant focus on one thing at a time he was going bitterly insane

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game