This is a song about "Wives"

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Before we see it's hard to live

Shooting down moms and wives