This is a song about "Marriage problems"

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

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

Sometimes you got problems

So let 'em chase love

Sit in the water let the ocean wash away the problems.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Using my mind, to solve these problems

Thought this was forever love

I found a solution to all my stress and problems/

Together all the timethought it was true love