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

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

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

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I thought you were a friend

But living underground as a friend of the devil,

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent