This is a song about "Wives"

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Shooting down moms and wives

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different