This is a song about "Real friends dont exist"

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

But really im horrible i keep the gang life for real i steal from friends family even poor whores,

Breaking them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lightswatch 'em pause as i pull my strap out my drawers

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

My friends put me to a real test

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Extermination you don’t exist

Money is most of y'all interest