The high supplier, I keep it on the wire Never been a liar, I admit I smoke fire But, bud you're too dense, we should break it up, and leave in the past tense Make it up, ya own worlds fake as f** Don't give a chance to take it up, I'm the reason why she made a s*ut And I say wa**up, to all these ladies c*nts Wet remains n stuff.. I got enough problems, for another dame to f** My brains enough, popping cherries on this mindf** I mind s*uts, cuz they don't matter when the times up You can't find love, respect your own before I wind up In asylums, looking for the signs..fu*k f** trust, nothings ever promised Positions never lock, and these b**hes never honest She's s**ing on it, but im feeling kinda off it Bouta blow but I pissed.. sh**