Skit

I can’t find the fucking pocket, nigga
What the fuck?
Uphill battle 'gainst patriarchy with a plastic knife
That’ll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life
Doing all that «Pick me"shit to be somebody’s fucking wife
Tuh, I’d rather lay where fucking lightening strike
Who hurt you? bitch, I’m a walking open wound
So shut the fuck up, before you meet your maker soon
I break what your mama gave ya, yo ma can’t save ya
Told your baby daddy I was basic, but he ate it
Then he tipped me with your child support like I was a waitress
I don’t meet to be rude, but goddamn that dick was faceless
But that face was spacious
So I copped a squat and rode it slow like Miss Daisy
Tryna shake him like McGrady