This is a song about "Good mates"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

No forgive him for your own good

Or maybe i'm just too good

This information is vital, look

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

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

"no malcolm, you're just too damn good"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Showed your lil' ass look

But i guess its all good

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

If you think lil wayne's good,