experience has taught me some lessons like not everyone in your life counts as a blessing you bitches worried cause you don't know what to do stop telling your man that I'm not that really cute cause I can kill him with my words and my looks too but babe I'm not really in the mood to play boy snatching from any of you klutz he calling me up everyday cause you are a food when he hit me up he eat me like I'm his favourite food you bitches know that my territory don't know no bounds I make bitches howl in pain like you some hounds he hit me up everyday giving me rounds that why when you call his phone you been hearing sex sounds look at me when I'm talking to you didn't your mama raise you good how can I be talking to you and you be looking at your phone too this the type of shit that makes me wanna pull out my whoop see I'm acting sexy but don't bring out my hood I would leave you if I could but whose money would I use to go shopping for them shoes, dresses and the campboots too maybe I will fuck you boo and after we dance on the roof everyday bitches be like be a little ladylike but I don't really give a fuck cause I like my shit real rough and they keep telling me that they hot no difference tween them and that's said this season's shoot your shot and yep I shot many boys now this niggas cannot stop stalking me and buying me stuff