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

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Is written in our souls, africa

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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