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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

And we try to keep going

I'm doing the same thing

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

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

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

How are you going to survive?

I'm everything that they call nice

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

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups