This is a song about "Both wives in vegas"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They killed both of them and drowned the kid in hot water

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Clap both hands in excitement and scream "this is so fun!"

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Both are just figments that most you ignants strive to sleep in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I just walk away and put both fists in position

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Nezt thing you know we both fucked up, in bed she can shut, try to get me

Shooting down moms and wives

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty