This is a song about "Old married couples"

I say that the pool is closed

Then those bitches who grew old.

Cause i was him, i would have married kate and ashley

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

You ain't ready to get married but to get buried

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Sixteen years old with a old thang