This is a song about "Nate mate"

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

Ill get my mate duds to see that

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

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

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

And if you're goin on a date mate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money