This is a song about "Mate your shit"

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I'm on the british south east coast mate

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Girl would give anything to have her soul mate

I aint lettin' you win with your shit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

So if love is a chess game, check mate

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I'm knocking you faggots down like you're pawns, and i'm ready to put this shit in check mate!