This is a song about "Married women"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

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

I gotta teach hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

To race or religion not even women

Ain't no women at the shows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

All of your friends are happily married and here its just you.

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

But if i can't batter the women

Looking at these women

I'm caged up in state prison