This is a song about "I ain t your mate"

There's crack, there's crack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I am the dame who breaks the face of her mate who became an ogre

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord

I am the dame who breaks the face of her mate who became an ogre

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over