Issa letter to my ex an' I ain't even fuckin' trippin
When I got home that I knew I had to dip an'
Cause you was fuckin' drippin
In,
That girl
She is so fucking low
As to go to a man who already got a girl
Then you fuck with him and
Next thing you know
You fucking pregnant by him
Just the fact is
To know he got a girl
But still fuck with him
Just stuck with him
Like, Issa chose,
To
Either be low
ØR,
Be a fuckin' hoe
So you choose low
And, before you fucking know,
Low, and, bitch are fuckin' throwin fist's
And, before you fucking know,
Low has gotten pregnant by the ex
So then you dip
But, you never fuckin' tripped
Witch is why you fuckin' good, now, GEE
PEACE!
