This is a song about "Losing a mate"

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Let em marinate, you forever late

A deep slit, watch pools of blood drip losing himself can't get a grip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

And if you're goin on a date mate

At an extremly alarming rate

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Losing my first battle on here isn't a real biggie/

And i got a little big, keep it low key