This is a song about "Ship mate"

Yea, i been humble too long

But no, that ship has gone

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

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

And know they'll go home and mate

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Half of us males dont even love our mate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

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

Hole in the hull, busted ship

I'mma treat you like my whip

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'm on the british south east coast mate