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

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Everything ain't what it seems

The death that bloats like a disease

Niggas in the street scared

I thought you were a friend

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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