This is a song about "Vortex my friend"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

That happen to act like a black president

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I go back to my friend rob.

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end