This is a song about "Best mates"

You'd best leave, it's best, see?

If you ain't about money

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

The best of the best, emma rae.

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I'm rapping for my mates

One verse is all it takes

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Man saturday mornings was the best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case