This is a song about "Ima make your wife"

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Ima a pig your a plant the words you say i've herbivore

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Runnin round in circles, ima make you play my game.

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Wife beaters, it's the end of your cardigans run

I just might change your life

Sit there with your ho of a wife

Your last image is you seeing your wife

She don't really care about anyone advice

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I conquer the mic, like your wife i'm on her every night