This is a song about "You have no mate"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

What a desperation, you have no authorization.

This is why her nigga mad

You have no rap in that pad

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Girl would give anything to have her soul mate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see