This is a song about "Mates stirling girls"

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

I should michael jordan these rappers

Huh, i can't interpret her

But my mates said i'm a loser

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

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

If i sent my dad letters

But got love for them girls

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion