This is a song about "Newly married"

And you know, if i could, i get married to rap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I pipe in and one night her

Because i married a foreigner,

Married to the devil, for better or worse

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

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

Don't worry, i still have juliet, she's a newly wed, you'd call her a stupid head.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Foolishly took to drugs, a newly shook thug doped up on stuff like ecstasy

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one