This is a song about "Stolen friend"

It ain't hard to make money

Friend after friend left me

Talking about a friend, of a friend

The day before is better than the present

Niggas in the street scared

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

I thought you were a friend

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen