This is a song about "Trusted friend but she betray you"

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

But something you have to know before i end, never talk bullshit about my friend.

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

When i get to warwick avenue

I only ever trusted you

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

But low and behold she finds you endearing,

Now this is what i call an evening

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Half your body laying on my chest