This is a song about "Marriage"

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick