This is a song about "Mates"

I'm rapping for my mates

And no longing for dates

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

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I pipe in and one night her

But my mates said i'm a loser