This is a song about "Losing a mate"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Wonder if they take it all back

I'm dreaming to be great

And know they'll go home and mate

She self made, i'm self made

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Honestly there's nothing i'm losing.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

If only i could find my soul mate,

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait