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

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

Wedding presents got my best man at the best buy

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Your birthday and anniversary

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

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

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Just like wedding vows, i promise to wipe you out