This is a song about "The death if a friend"

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I thought you were a friend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

If you let me, i'm not just a friend,

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

I can taste the salt from my tears