This is a song about "Love mates"

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

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

My so called mates all turned to snakes

So if you done with these beijing games

Of impactful things one can ask for

But my mates said i'm a loser

Baseball is my first love

Trust they seen enough

Pocket racked up all big faces

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case