This is a song about "Mates"

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

But my mates said i'm a loser

I'm rapping for my mates

One verse is all it takes

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

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

And tell all you mates that im killin you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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