This is a song about "My wedding dot com"

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

Bloodstained clothes, at a wedding trying to propose to some of these hoes.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

I gotta know if it's real or not

Until we get everything,the south married to the game just like a wedding ring

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Dont tell no bitches that im only an asian who can play dot to dot and and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Gotta that red dot on yo head call it buck shot

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop