This is a song about "Stupid friend harsh preet"

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

These harsh words that i be spittin'

What up girl, tell me how you been

Stop it if you scared

I'll never be your best friend

Beach on the weekend

Im starving for blood my friend

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Friend after friend left me

Hail mary nigga, run quick see