This is a song about "We are all friends here"

But who cares tho i mean, we're all friends here

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

All of your friends are happily married and here its just you.

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

We are all god's creation, live from birth until cremation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Since we were never really friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

We are all just needles in the hay.

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Fuck friends (as if they are)

I'm a fucking rap star

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

And realize the problems we face are all related