This is a song about "Good mate"

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

So if love is a chess game, check mate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I'm on the british south east coast mate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

And know they'll go home and mate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Until the night he saw her gettin' with his best mate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

You could not afford a hoe mate, how would you support a soul mate