This is a song about "Stupid friend harsh preet"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Im starving for blood my friend

Really your so stupid

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I never crack i got that chap stick

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

They gon love me for my ambition

These harsh words that i be spittin'

And the harsh shit hits the suburbs, and they're able to save,

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Everyone’s pissed at me, saying i’m too harsh/

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars