This is a song about "Wives"

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

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

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

Shooting down moms and wives

Nigga fuck the black and whites