This is a song about "Grandparents 50th wedding anniversary"

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

I'm different and listen stop it with the wedding ring

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Throw their wedding rings in the lump of flesh, and tell him he has-

Bloodstained clothes, at a wedding trying to propose to some of these hoes.

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Your birthday and anniversary

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

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

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing