This is a song about "Ratty mates"

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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

I make you feel like it is 10 below

I'm rapping for my mates

One verse is all it takes

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

And tell all you mates that im killin you

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My so called mates all turned to snakes

It’s something that’s in your veins