Went through friends, some of them I put on
But they just left, they said they was riding to a death
But where the f-ck are they now
Now that I need them I dont see none of them
F-ck all you fair-weather friends
F-cking backstabbers
When the chips were down you just laughed at us
Now you about to feel the f-cking wrath of aftermath, faggots
Backwards producers, Im back bastards