This is a song about "Mates aint real"

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

But if you aint real man

Hoppin' out a van

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Aint it bout' time for some ''real'' mc's go and write some journals

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

You guys are still here

‘cuz you always keep it real