This is a song about "Bride getting married"

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

Make me another brother

Because i married a foreigner,

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

All of your friends are happily married and here its just you.

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Turn you to hermit with your right or left hand you are married

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,