This is a song about "Love mates"

All because i can't feel love

And what i done just ain't enough

Baby if you want my love

It's just textbook stuff

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Ass shots is a plus

That's that computer love

She said it really dont matter if its real though

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

Yet the things that i love

But you hate them navel kisses

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

And i ain't got what it takes

I'm rapping for my mates