This is a song about "Wives"

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

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

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

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

Hop in and let me test drive

Shooting down moms and wives