This is a song about "Mate cocoa"

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

Until the night he saw her gettin' with his best mate

Never late but awake mate/

I'm dreaming to be great

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

Tracks, then i just sip them like it's cocoa, it's a

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Checkin mate after wreckin ya girl hecklin please