This is a song about "Your my mate"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Half of us males dont even love our mate

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

And know they'll go home and mate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I wish i just in bed right now with your best mate,

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Taking my time, let me levitate

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape