This is a song about "Mom s wedding"

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

One day we're perfect, planning out our wedding day.

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

The outline which you n****s out dated

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Well go cry to your mom

When you took my hand up so calm