Rappers they come, they go

Rappers they come, they go Monday to Friday, yo But I know one thing the only thing that brings me hope is knowing I won't be broke Had to put people in a choke And now, these words I wrote I wish I could be happiness, but there's no happiness for a woman without penis And I am Spit on MCs with a funky beat and writers read my words like it's a book and I'm just here writing and cooking, looking, hooking for some girls to come over But I know that dont satisfy me. I'm trying to right my wrongs because I know god sent me an angel, and her name is my mom. Now I stretch my Palm till the end of the song, and I hope we can all get along before I hit you all with a ping pong.