This is a song about "My mates"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

I'm rapping for my mates

For the occasion, paper planes

And tell all you mates that im killin you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state