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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Never had a chance to try

You are going to die

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

But i'm not going to stop,

Whilst many struggle to pay their rents, boris is 100 percent bent,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed