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

I'm married to the game, to the maximum, nissan,

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Why not me the same thing

And we try to keep going

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

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

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

You are going to die

Going to train on spiders

Let's enjoy our younger years

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

I could keep going but im going to stop instead