This is a song about "Mates since young"

And peace to this young warrior,

I thought i recognized her

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

While working on my mistakes

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Young man so voracious

She can make a pimp fall in love

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

61. young money with laxatives,