This is a song about "Good mates"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

But my mates said i'm a loser

Something worth dying for

From hollywood to the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo