This is a song about "Killing your wife"

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain

Your last image is you seeing your wife

Only out a year, now facing life

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.