This is a song about "Your my mate"

You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate

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

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

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

Its dark, so for this im great, im in the house with my #1 mate

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Bring her to my moms place to fucking mate her

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

My fake accent ain't the only thing i put down under mate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Ill get my mate duds to see that

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Until the night he saw her gettin' with his best mate