This is a song about "Poor friend"

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

The day before is better than the present

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

I thought you were a friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

How simple they are

An old friend no stranger