This is a song about "School and friends"

And fake friends need some therapy.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My friends and fam hear me,

Lets come up to my city

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

And even your friends at school.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

And i stand as a motive for my friends

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Abandoned by all my friends, labelled by my school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool