This is a song about "My mates"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

But my mates said i'm a loser

And there's little to be glad for

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

I'm rapping for my mates

I know what it takes

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

My god is my saviour he is my protector,