This is a song about "A mate"

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Well they're wrong, have a look around, mate it's technology!

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Be free in society or a prison mate

If you can't change this fate then don't arrange for a mate

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

The real muscle in the message of that

Never late but awake mate/

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

My fake accent ain't the only thing i put down under mate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape