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

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I got to be your baby

Yea baby i miss you so damn much

Trying to give them light and a message

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Coldplay was right, baby i am indeed magic when i'm with you/

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Going through struggle, baby we are gonna push through/

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

And we try to keep going

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

You ain't ready to get married but to get buried

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

This pain i can't contain but i can fucken re frame from going insane