This is a song about "Marry her"

But i wrote this for her

Just to let you know, you are

When it comes to spitting that fire

And it's all thanks to her

So it leaves me to wonder

My dick won't even call her

Your wife your bridal be in denial because she wanna marry her idol,

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

So instead i leave her

When we not in summer

It's like you're my mirror

I will neva wife her

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups