This is a song about "Marriage"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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