This is a song about "Mates aint real"

I never crack i got that chap stick

You bars aint real dawg,they feel so plastic

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

Cause real niggas do real things

They say he the key to my blessings

3m's on my new balance

Cause real niggas do real things

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

But that's what he liked her

But my mates said i'm a loser

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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