This is a song about "Marriage and intimacy"

And once i'm dead and gone

We at the top where we belong

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

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

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

And kill yourself and your clique

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,