This is a song about "Kicken back with a mate"

Be free in society or a prison mate

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Jumped up with a broken back

Twista finna get up on the track

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

I promise i'mma call you back

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

If you can't change this fate then don't arrange for a mate

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

Think you've had it bad fuck off mate am a soldier

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Its dark, so for this im great, im in the house with my #1 mate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Well they're wrong, have a look around, mate it's technology!

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see