This is a song about "Room mate"

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

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

All dem niggas gonna hate

And know they'll go home and mate

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Her mother deftly left the room,

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Step back to the dressing room