Skit

[Intro]

I can't find the fucking pocket, nigga

What the fuck?

[Verse]

Uphill battle 'gainst patriarchy with a plastic knife

That'll probably be the synopsis of my fucking life

Doing all that "Pick me" shit to be somebody's fucking wife

Tuh, I'd rather lay where fucking lightening strike

Who hurt you? bitch, I'm a walking open wound

So shut the fuck up, before you meet your maker soon

I break what your mama gave ya, yo ma can't save ya

Told your baby daddy I was basic, but he ate it

Then he tipped me with your child support like I was a waitress

I don't meet to be rude, but goddamn that dick was faceless

But that face was spacious

So I copped a squat and rode it slow like Miss Daisy

Tryna shake him like McGrady