This is a song about "My mates"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate