This is a song about "Married women"

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

And they only talk about women

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I gotta teach hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Looking at these women

Cold world no blanket son

Married to the devil, for better or worse

I should michael jordan these rappers