This is a song about "The groor acting to the murder of his bride"

Fusing industry of fake mc's secretly acting like the next big thing

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

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

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Defining the rhymes of his time,/

Go like i never seen a red light shine

You told fiasco not to cross the line, acting like you'd smack him

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion