This is a song about "Dear future husband"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Dear me, in about ten years

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Do we plan for our future

Or something that you paid for

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

No prospects for the future

That moschino shit is so back

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

I think it excited her

Destiny or future

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Become my husband nothing can undo how i feel about you

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago