This is a song about "Marriage"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

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