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

The science and the art, africa

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

I need to change the game,

You're not usin' your brain

And getting money is the song i sing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid