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

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

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

You went over to a friends and got fucked deep in that ass crack

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Yeah we pity few in a city queue

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce