This is a song about "Son s wedding"

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Think fast, fast women

To be throwing the hand’s son”

And it weighs a ton

Get on my level son

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

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

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I'm scary aren't i son

I told him get his 9 and run

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane