This is a song about "Whats true mates"

Then push the milk on a slow bend

You don't know whats coming next

Shawty can i taste you

My dreams started coming true

Ya whats my future hold/

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I be stuck to you

It's like we were not true

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I pipe in and one night her

But my mates said i'm a loser

I don't wanna damage you

I'm a killa it's true

I'm rapping for my mates

While working on my mistakes