This is a song about "My wedding"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

They just wanna dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

These my rhymes and my story

I’m tryna be low key

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming