Tell me if you need a really good friend A homie that'll be there till the very end Someone that your jokes will never offend Someone with weed to smoke and time to spend You can call me up, always down to chill I'll hang out with you even if you're feelin' ill Make you some soup, get you some pills Then scoop you a dab and put on King of the Hill 'Cause I'm the type of homie to call back When you're too high, telling you to fall back Keep you close like nuts in a ball sack I think you're a bag of chips, i think you're all that So let's get real high and play some Call of Duty Or maybe some Red Dead, rooty tooty shooty Maybe even Apex, get real looty Either way, friendship is a thing of beauty