This is a song about "Shcool mates"

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

And tell all you mates that im killin you

The boa know they loving the crew

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Our vision never changed, we self made

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates