This is a song about "They are fake friends"

Fake friends it was all a sham,

They take a loss man

She prayed on me passing that bar

Fuck friends (as if they are)

And fake friends need some therapy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All these rappers complain about fake friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Your friends are left wondering how

I gotta tell you right now

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

While other simply strike papers, thought they were my friends,

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

They say friends are few when days are dark,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends