This is a song about "You lost my friend"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You know that shit is my best friend.

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

When you only have one friend and they only have one friend

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

You better learn my friend, you can never earn a cent without them retaining it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Im starving for blood my friend

Never ever pay rent

I wish i could called my best friend thats you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.