This is a song about "You have no mate"

You will have no friend, you donkey gorrilla fucked

The club underwater, have em running out the front

So you better have absolutely no fear,

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

City national bank evolve into shape

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Well they're wrong, have a look around, mate it's technology!

You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Up in my new two door

You don’t have to worry no more

Theres no escaping once they have you there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate