it's called Uncle Tom Syndrome

Love? Just show me the blow Pistol ship a how I don't have time for love That's why I call it a how. (Bitch I swear, yeh) Feelings? Hang myself from the ceiling I just wanna go stealing I don't have time for feelings (Bitch ya dig) Ya nigga fell in love once. Shit tore me down (Then I fell in love again) Looted the whole dang town (Then she fucked my best friend) Shit stained gown Don't got love for no hoes Drop her pants to her knees (geez) Give day bitch STDs (Ahhgggg!!!) I got PTSD Bitch Ya really shoulda known better Chain you up hit cha wit the leather I'll destroy ya girl favorite sweater (Chorus again First verse again)