This is a song about "Sisters wedding"

So call the wedding off the sched. due to loss of your bride

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

One day we're perfect, planning out our wedding day.

He said my sisters smart and if you're good with her then good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth