This is a song about "Marry"

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Rhymes the only thing coming easy, ill fuck rap n marry it,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

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

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Took your hand then asked for u to marry me?

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy