This is a song about "Your my mate"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You will be out of cum before the christmas, mate

And know they'll go home and mate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Be free in society or a prison mate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Half of us males dont even love our mate

But i do quite well with all the bait