This is a song about "My mate steve"

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

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

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

I don't mind if you niggas hate

And if you're goin on a date mate

Girl would give anything to have her soul mate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

And know they'll go home and mate

But i do quite well with all the bait