u aint to bright everytime i get around your girl u wanna fight
everbody always talk about u because your rhymes aint ill
the only thing u like to is do sit at home and chill
u be talking to your momma
and she tell u constantly u aint never going to be real
and u to your crib talking shit about your momma as she aint going to blow
up and be rich and you mad because u wanted her to be your bitch