This is a song about "Mates turn there back to drugs"

Im back at there house now there panicking

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

I'm rapping for my mates

For the occasion, paper planes

Our vision never changed, we self made

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Not back to your mind, there they get caugth like fear tears

My so called mates all turned to snakes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes