This is a song about "To best friends that lived in a city of bradon"

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Best friends with da game you are still a guest,

Half your body laying on my chest

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Best in seattle go and make that a tweet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Sliced through the liver, probably lived a life of a sinner,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Speaking of chest,i got a knive that could breach in your vest right after your preaching your best