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

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

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

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

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

I'm married to the game, to the maximum, nissan,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Now he wants to step into the rap game

Smoking green to forget the real scene

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Turn you to hermit with your right or left hand you are married

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate