This is a song about "Dogg mates"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

My so called mates all turned to snakes

While working on my mistakes

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

High: that's why they call us planes

I'm rapping for my mates

I really love my miami crew

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Even snoop dogg would be ashame to call you nephew

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Chances of you recovering from these stitches is like snoop dogg with no bitches