This is a song about "Party with my mates"

Makes for a hell of party

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Toast, toast to the party!