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

Talking about a friend, of a friend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

If you give up this battle, i might make it a fast death,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I lost a fucking friend, sometimes the pain is unreal

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Got her going down, no teeth

The death that bloats like a disease

I was shivering 'cause i was scared, what if as a friend she leave me.

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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