This is a song about "Mates turn there backs"

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

So kicking backs the only place i'll find my peace of mind

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

My so called mates all turned to snakes

And tell all you mates that im killin you

The boa know they loving the crew

I would never turn people out i've already been there before,

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store