This is a song about "Got some true mates"

You got some plan? your the big man?

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Come see real niggas on my team

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Even got some here by crackheads,

Music's always been a true friend, and it got me through it,

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Cdg shit match my kicks

You got some half baked lyrics

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Haters, ya you got some, smoke it all you want some?

A true leader, my 1st floor got a balcony

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

Got to get some brandy