This is a song about "Harry best mate"

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

In the house, holla back

Ill get my mate duds to see that

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

So if love is a chess game, check mate

Im washin off another plate

And if you're goin on a date mate