This is a song about "Mates stirling girls"

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Now that girls over me

Hey, must be the money

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

And tell all you mates that im killin you

They used to call me the future

But my mates said i'm a loser

Girls always playing games with emotions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

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