This is a song about "Married to the game smoking mariwanna"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Now he wants to step into the rap game

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

I'd rather sully my name, then to keep dulling the game

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

You ain't ready to get married but to get buried

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Smoking green to forget the real scene