This is a song about "Our wedding dy"

Waterspoutin our despicable

Got to the end of the tunnel

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

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

And i just want to hold her

Your our provider

That damier bag i bought her

Your our provider

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Our love was still there but our minds were lost

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Covering our behinds.

J. cole's her ghost writer

Your our provider

... that our existence is troubled

Unify them, mob through, take over and