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

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

If only i could find my soul mate,

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

I let her decorate the real estate

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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