This is a song about "Mate your shit"

I aint lettin' you win with your shit

I know what you do with that

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Im washin off another plate

Never late but awake mate/

If only i could find my soul mate,

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

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

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

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

Be free in society or a prison mate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

And if you're goin on a date mate