This is a song about "Best mates"

Can't handle us at our best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

My home girl told me i got an issue

And tell all you mates that im killin you

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

But my mates said i'm a loser

I thought i recognized her

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

And now that i’m getting money

Can you really be the best?

Carol city or was it the west

Never ever pay rent

I can be the fucking best