This is a song about "Wives"

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Shooting down moms and 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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied