This is a song about "Boris going to married giselle"

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Going to nyc from long island

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

But i'm not going to stop,

Just searching for the perfect shot

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

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And you know, if i could, i get married to rap