This is a song about "Wives"

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Short days, long nights

Shooting down moms and wives