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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

I lost a fucking friend, sometimes the pain is unreal

I told myself i'd live with no regrets even if my life comes to a sudden death.

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bills,cops looking for us

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though