This is a song about "You have no mate"

You will have no friend, you donkey gorrilla fucked

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

You have no rap in that pad

Ain't even tryna hold back

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

That's the way, you can move it baby

You have no more words for me

That you obviously have no intelligence

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Theres no escaping once they have you there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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