This is a song about "My mates"

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But my mates said i'm a loser

See, i like the person that you are

But i do quite well with all the bait

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

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