This is a song about "Good mates"

One verse is all it takes

My so called mates all turned to snakes

This information is vital, look

If you think lil wayne's good,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

I make female rappers look good

From hollywood to the hood

And tell all you mates that im killin you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

That everythings fine, ok and good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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