This is a song about "You and me marry me"

So when you hear me rappin' and see me ratatatating just bow,

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

I count 5 fingers between you and me

You can't stop me and you won't do,

He ain't give a fuck about you

All you did was use me and treat me like a toy,

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And you can call me whatever

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

And if you don't believe me

I be gettin' money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And you gave me life , you looked at me