This is a song about "Rapp with my friends"

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends

My friends said you wasn't cute.

Pockets probably like fried food

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

By becomin friends with "the monster"

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Cleverly comprised/ together with friends, family and dalliance

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

To increase my ends

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments