This is a song about "My mates"

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

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

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

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm rapping for my mates

High: that's why they call us planes

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Man, that saying is so misused

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

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