This is a song about "My mates"

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And if i do go you better come through

And tell all you mates that im killin you

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

And no longing for dates

I'm rapping for my mates