This is a song about "My mate steve"

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I look like steve buscemi

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

M v p like steve nash

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Ill get my mate duds to see that