This is a song about "Mates stirling girls"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Talking of the gods you serve

But got love for them girls

Guess i’m different than most

Boy and girls watch me unfold

And tell all you mates that im killin you

When i get to warwick avenue

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Wishing girls would fucking like me