This is a song about "Roasting my friend"

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

It ain't about black or white cause we human

There are always signs? my friend left none,

I think it was a story about my best friend

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Half your body laying on my chest

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.