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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Going to train on spiders

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

But i'm not going to stop,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And we try to keep going