This is a song about "Nate mate"

If only i could find my soul mate,

She self made, i'm self made

Half of us males dont even love our mate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

Whether teddy or pat

Ill get my mate duds to see that

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate