This is a song about "Shcool mates"

My so called mates all turned to snakes

So if you done with these beijing games

But my mates said i'm a loser

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

For the occasion, paper planes

I'm rapping for my mates

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

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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