This is a song about "My wedding"

If you ever feel alone and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This is my original, my validation

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

So call the wedding off the sched. due to loss of your bride

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

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