This is a song about "Nate mate"

Im washin off another plate

And know they'll go home and mate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

So if love is a chess game, check mate

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Girl would give anything to have her soul mate

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Ill get my mate duds to see that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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