(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) Sis, you a wreck, can’t deny the truth, Life on birth control, but you still outta juice. Crash-out queen, you ain’t ever on top, Drama so loud, girl, you never know when to stop. Rockin’ that bonnet like it’s some kinda crown, But the ghetto vibe screams “girl, sit down.” Annoyin’ as hell, got the whole house stressed, Your whole existence is a walking hot mess. (Chorus) Hoe moves, no class, always actin’ a fool, Pajamas on deck like it’s your one-piece rule. Can’t cook, can’t clean, girl, what’s your plan? You a broke-down mess, try and catch up if you can. (Verse 2) Girl, you ugly, yeah, let’s be real, Your reflection runnin’ scared, that’s a raw deal. Face lookin’ rough, hair stiff as a board, Bonnet on tight, but still lookin’ ignored. In the kitchen, girl, you can’t fry an egg, But you’ll serve up the drama, beggin’ on your knees to beg. You insane, untrained, can’t stay in your lane, Actin’ all tough, but it’s givin’ “low-brain.” (Bridge) Pajamas smellin’ funky, girl, take a shower, You been wearin’ that fit since Obama had power. Everything you do screams lazy and lame, Sis, step up, stop bringin’ the shame. (Chorus) Hoe moves, no class, always actin’ a fool, Pajamas on deck like it’s your one-piece rule. Can’t cook, can’t clean, girl, what’s your plan? You a broke-down mess, try and catch up if you can. (Outro) Sis, it’s tough love, but you gotta take the hit, You a trainwreck, girl, time to quit the skit. Step out the bonnet, learn how to thrive, Or stay in your mess, barely keepin’ alive.