This is a song about "Marriage covenant"

Call tht a covenant

Clap two times if you drunk

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I give politicians back-hand bribes, we have a covenant,

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

I give politicians back-hand bribes, we have a covenant,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

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