This is a song about "Baby i m going to fuck you so good when we re married"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Until we get everything,the south married to the game just like a wedding ring

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

Turn you to hermit with your right or left hand you are married

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

But i knew that there was going to be a we

You be get up on this fly shit baby

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

But baby when i tell you this trust me

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

To be. i'm going to be hardcore i'm a good rapper but you want

So i'm going to tryyyyy to live you to the highest.

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped