This is a song about "Sad bestfriends using"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

I'm not even using all my might,

We been down for too long but that's alright

Training my craftship using people for practice

Together all the timethought it was true love

I was angry and sad

And you all will respect that

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

My talent should take me places i've never been

Using depictions of my internal infliction

You, you, you have to pay for that

Its full bad,its just sad

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Telling your bestfriends secrets