This is a song about "The groom reacting to the murder of his bride"

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

The devil will take him to his place he is not worthy of any other place

And i'm only just rehearsin' to what i'll do to your sisters and your girlfriends

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

It would murder the electronics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Now i'm living out my dreams