This is a song about "Meeting up with your mates"

I know what it takes

I'm rapping for my mates

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

I'll stick this rhyme up your ass say i'm fucking with time

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way