This is a song about "My wedding"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Throw their wedding rings in the lump of flesh, and tell him he has-

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm different and listen stop it with the wedding ring

I be gettin' money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

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

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

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

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

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

See my pain through my eyes,