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

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

While working on my mistakes

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Yeah, the sex in the sack

There is no going back

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

But when shit goes down you're the first to turn their back

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Bars designed to turn back time

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate