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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

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

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Until we get everything,the south married to the game just like a wedding ring

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

And you know, if i could, i get married to rap

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Married to the devil, for better or worse

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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