This is a song about "Best mates"

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Electronically, technology the best

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

This fact you don't get the best will remain the best.

You bitch, those were the best

Life has put her to the test

I still got my nike boots

Best ingest molecules

Carol city or was it the west

Can't handle us at our best

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

I let her decorate the real estate