This is a song about "My best mates and me"

Well, theres a coloring book filled with colors from me, i tried my best

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

And this was where my best and my worst days were held