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

Nigga i ain't never scared

Talking about a friend, of a friend

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

I just want a best friend

Niggas in the street scared

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though