This is a song about "Marriage"

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

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

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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