I met D’wana about three months ago.
She had a pudge on her stomach, but I ain’t pay no attention to it.
I thought it came from drinkin’ ‘s ‘cause she had beer on her breath.
Turns out she’s six months pregnant. Told me I’m the baby’s daddy.
- What? - Yeah.
How you gonna be the baby’s daddy? You know she’s lyin’.
I broke up with D’wana two Fridays ago.
I got a restraining order on her, and she don’t care about that.
- What? - She got me fuckin’ up.
I broke up with her two months ago, two Fridays ago…
and she don’t care about no restraining order or nothin’.
- You all right with them pants? - Get out of my business.
How you gonna have a restraining order on your girl?
What’s up with y’all? Where’d you meet her?
I was on my way to the ‘hood to buy them ‘s.
I mean, them tens. They’re tens, but I keep ‘em clean.
I was on my way, and she had a burger in her hand.
I wanted a piece of it, and I stopped.
We got to rappin’. It was the worst day of my life!
She must be worse than Left Eye from TLC.
But this fat bitch ain’t burnin’. That ain’t the cold part.
She got a sister named Baby D.
This fat bitch get physical.
She sells dope, do hair and baby-sit out ofthe same house.
The police don’t know when to go in.