This is a song about "Mates aint real"

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Ghost in the hook so real

Bad bitches come in here

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

You better throw it back cause hanging with a real one aint never free

Where real recognize real

I got that mass appeal

Ye too, but what em did was silly

This aint your town, this aint your city

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

See, and now life seem hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

My so called mates all turned to snakes