This is a song about "Monica and mark wedding"

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Frightening, so fucking frightening

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Just like wedding vows, i promise to wipe you out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king