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

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

That happen to act like a black president

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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