this goes out

my mom and dem don't like ya

my friends all think you triflin

but i don't feel quite like them

in fact i'm out to spite them

the love we share is special

its on a whole

nother level

he's firm with me

he's gentle

he's intimate

yet mental

but he's quick to flip

he don't understand

street but sweet

my kinda man

goes to church

might be a thug

he breaks me off

shows alot of love

disrespect

he's off the heezy

you don't want that

please believe me

thats the only way he knows how to show me how much he cares. this goes out to my bandana rockin

out on the blockers

chasin that dough

bad baby daddies

1st of the month

child support

all non-voting

newport smoking

i still got love for ya'll and this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller

dry philly rollers

sitting on dubs

cristal poppin

loud talkin

frontin

drunk in the club

live wit you mamma

always in drama

i still got love for yall. somebody's always hatin

there always sittin around waitin

til you make a new mistake and get sent back

upstate and so they can just say that i told ya"