This is a song about "Asking her to be my wife"

And i kno it that one day for sure you're gonna be my wife.

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Now i'm not asking for there to be no racism

They asking me to be myself

After lebron, i'm what's next

And your wife in my basement bound to enslavement

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Your wife your bridal be in denial because she wanna marry her idol,

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Asking him to pursuit my dream

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Why this cancer is trying to take my beautiful wife from me.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

In her pyjama’s excitedly asking everyone to find a chair