okay so I'm kind of feeling betrayed just got played I tell you trust no one not even your son I am brace my haters become this person whose greater misses navarrete yeah that's what they call me fuk the cops Miss navertte with her two Glocks she's a painted picture of Fine Art pictures painted of her special parts and I'm just being modest yeah I'm a goddess meetings held in my suits office Glitz and glamour start of my weekly planner s*** now making a new plan going to get a tan with my new man deja vu my point of view now IHOP's in his ride my son pulled a fast one yeah he tried hated on me that s*** was crazy my own baby son you think this s*** is gravy f****** snitching on Mom yeah I'll be okay can't decide so I called his phone no reply f*** it I'm going to take this ride drive my car put my weed in my jar for my Smith & Wesson out shots were fired got the sky lit up like stars what's wrong Sun no more spitting bars you can run but won't get far there's red s*** that runs through my veins I can't explain son I run this here game Kristine Pimpin came your mama don't need an army shooting at your ass while sipping Bacardi and I won't stop till I reach my goal Trust I'm only going to get parole I told you not to be fake you betrayed me you f****** snake double take got your ass down by the lake for Pete sakes what's at stake murder was the case but they can't son you shouldn't have tempted me now you're so is just a lost memory it wasn't a felony unless standing at Legacy just finished my final destiny.