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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

And a couple of em use to be friends to me

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Best friends with da game you are still a guest,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The paranoia of a life lived high is scrubbed from me

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Best in seattle go and make that a tweet

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

I love you your my one an only, my love for you is like a river it never ends,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days