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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

Married to the devil, for better or worse

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

Get in a position to fuck the game

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Game over before i even turned to the game,