This is a song about "The wife of bath"

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

Atom in my bath rum that cant handul bitches who cant fathom the fact

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

If i speak to my wife i speak in the voice of murmur

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

When it penetrates like the sharpest knife,now i off your wife,

Cheerfully i say lord take my wife to heaven, thank you for the extra hour

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer