This is a song about "Lana is my mate"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

And if you're goin on a date mate

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

So if love is a chess game, check mate