This is a song about "Weed and friends"

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And you ain't got no friends

To increase my ends

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Music and writing were my only friends

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

And fake friends need some therapy.

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy