This is a song about "Stolen friend"

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Hold my tears i tried my best

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

When they here today what you say to them

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I'll never be your best friend

Never ever pay rent

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I just want a best friend