This is a song about "Ship mate"

Look, by the end of this song

But no, that ship has gone

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

What is a relationship but a wasted trip on a plated ship

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Get thrown on noah's arc and i capsize the ship

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

And if you're goin on a date mate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I'm on the british south east coast mate