This is a song about "The friendzone"

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Here's the answer and the antidote:

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I know i've came so far

Down the street to the car,

From curb surfingwe working the industry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave