This is a song about "Wedding vows"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

The third one is mixed, white and black

The wedding tape makes me travel back

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

One day we're perfect, planning out our wedding day.

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

''he'' started drinking, going to strip clubs broke vows he made to his wife

Just like wedding vows, i promise to wipe you out

I prefer your applause without a handout

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

I'm different and listen stop it with the wedding ring

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Throw their wedding rings in the lump of flesh, and tell him he has-