This is a song about "My husband jeff"

Red bottoms with the spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Then like an abusive husband i'll give you a backhand,call that x-men the last stand

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

Rhythm flows straight through my blood, and see that rhythm be spread evidence,

Than your fuckin husband

Ha, wale you so arrogant

They say that karats help your vision

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase