This is a song about "Watched my friend get shot"

Guns are meant for weak men, y'all can get the last shot,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Touch downs so i said ok lets get rid of these clowns my friend tucker ended

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Throw your money in the air

My best friend who's not there

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Not giving you my best shot

Im starving for blood my friend

Half your body laying on my chest

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Or you will get clocked and watched stop it,

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Put your faith in christ my friend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest