This is a song about "Old married couples"

Then those bitches who grew old.

The truth shall be told

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I'm married to the game, to the maximum, nissan,

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

All this paper i fold

And don't think what you're old

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

These wack bitches getting old

Black woman you cold