This is a song about "You have no mate"

And now i walk around without a care

Theres no escaping once they have you there

So you better have absolutely no fear,

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

You make me lose thrills, cuz you have no skills

Just another day out in beverly hills

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

You will have no friend, you donkey gorrilla fucked

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

That you obviously have no intelligence

Look this the joint that could get me the spins