This is a song about "Monica and marky s wedding"

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

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn