This is a song about "Trying to roast my fat friend junior"

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

Half your body laying on my chest

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

By the water, au revoir to my audience

My friend got a girlfriend to which he told his secrets,

Not relying on the light no more

To my best friend (i fell for)

I spoke to my friend for hours on end

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,