This is a song about "My waifu"

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

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine