This is a song about "My mate"

Girl would give anything to have her soul mate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

I style on new york, pile up my fork

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

If only i could find my soul mate,

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

Play this shit while you contemplate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Never late but awake mate/

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

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

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade