You seem to be only concerned with dissing men
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don’t reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In ’11 you was getting chased through your building
Calling SIHK crib and He ain’t even give you my numbers
All he did was sell u ounce minus few numbers