This is a song about "Wives"

Turn off the lights

Shooting down moms and wives

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

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

Becoming someone you don't recognize

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live