This is a song about "The wife of bath"

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

That is a heck of a thing for the wife when you come home,

Before we see it's hard to live

I lost mona,i lost wife

Im the type of nigga that would dick your wife

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

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

When i went to the bath room

Won't run out anytime soon

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Wife beaters, it's the end of your cardigans run

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

What we gotta do to survive

The drug life, a hard life, no wife