This is a song about "Homosexual marriage"

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Short tempered, at one stage he would abuse his wife so their marriage was in vain

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Middle east/ an arranged marriage , had not choice but to be/

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

I'm no homosexual,

I put you on that pedestal

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,