This is a song about "Got some true mates"

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

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

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

I have got the guts and true grit

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Got to get some brandy

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

I know what it takes

I'm rapping for my mates