This is a song about "Our wedding day"

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Give a fuck and that is definetlly , we starting our day

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

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

The wedding tape makes me travel back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Needlin' through his day to day

I need money in a major way

We do our hardest cuz we're artists, it's an every day drill

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Bloodstained clothes, at a wedding trying to propose to some of these hoes.

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes