This is a song about "Marriage"

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

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,