This is a song about "Shcool mates"

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And if i do go you better come through

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Poke out from behind her

But my mates said i'm a loser

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

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

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

While working on my mistakes

I'm rapping for my mates