This is a song about "We are getting married"

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Mind and memory are getting polluted

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

Turn you to hermit with your right or left hand you are married

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Elites are greedy fuckers that are getting fat cheques

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Well, that's what you are

Times are getting harder

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Keep getting pushed down, but we #slither back up.