This is a song about "Wishing we were not friends"

Just wishing you were here, the money you chose, the vodka not beer

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

While other simply strike papers, thought they were my friends,

Or let the mob handle that

We were dissected, infected

Music and writing were my only friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Bitch i'm fucking pissed cuz you thought we were really friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Can't look at you the same we used to be friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Year to end i was really nice to see all my friends happy i thought we were

Dc, man over money

We were livin a fantasy