This is a song about "Shcool mates"

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

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

And today we're still in chains

My so called mates all turned to snakes

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

I'm rapping for my mates

High: that's why they call us planes

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe