This is a song about "Married to the money"

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

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

When theres money to be made, you know the battle cranks

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring