So I'ma dead beat ass nigga, then wut that make you. Oh, cause my kids live with you that make it right to do the things you do. I mean, you stay out all night long and leave my eight year old daughter to watch the kids. You wonna introduce them to this wack ass nigga when you don't even know who he is. Every nigga you meet is now their new daddy. I can't believe you had the nerves to even call me a phukin' dead beat. Yo' hair done but what about theirs? You all dressed up but don't give a damn what they wear. Wonna trip out on me and say you don't want yo' kids around my ol' lady. Too scared they'll see what a real woman is and realize that mama ain't really been wut mama should be lately. I mean you always wonna come down on a brutha, I mean I pay my child support and I do what I can. You want to come down on me about ever lil' thing, don't ask but demand but I ain't yo' man. My responsibility is to take care of my kids. The only thing that I'm concerned about is their well-being and making sure they have a cool spot to live. If I was a dead beat ass nigga I'd been and called DHS on yo' ass. If I was that nigga I'd been and distanced myself from yo' trifflin' ass. I mean you always wonna come down on me and make sure the lights not shining on you. Some nigga's can be dead beat but there are some dead beat ass baby mama's too.
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