Ok, so this bitch ass nigga pops up in my feed somehow on Facebook and all of a sudden you need me again. Really? FYI, before you continues on, yes, the word nigga is gonna be used throughout this post. You should already know I ain't the one to be sensitive.
Anyway, the song describes this nigga perfectly. Fronts like he has a plan all the damn time, really he's just jumping from thing to thing, from stupid hoe to stupid hoe. Bitch I ain't heard from you in at least six months but now you want to get back up on this music shit again and you want my help?
Pause. First off, nigga I'm an author. A fantasy and LGBT fiction author. My fanbase does not cater, generally, to hip hop music, especially shit that ain't unique.
Second point, nigga, it's been over six months. Where the fuck were you when I needed a friend, someone who, by the way, often calls me his homeboy or his little brother? Pussy ass nigga you were nowhere to be found. Then, you have the audacity to make the same fuck up as before but you want to reach out to me to help you?
Pause again. When in the blue fuck have you ever advertised any of my shit? Do you promote me? Let me answer that for you, lying ass nigga, you don't. Therefore, the fuck I look like helping you.
Third, why is your bitch following me on twitter, the bitch that's supposed to be your ex but apparently is the current again.
Pause. Let's address this hoe. Bitch you stupid. Seriously. This nigga has fucked around on you since day one and you took your dumb ass back. Seriously, bitch, you need to build your mutha fuckin self esteem. Following me on twitter now tells me you're really a simple hoe and you're falling into his using ass habits, and I seriously suggest you look elsewhere for a source to use. Bitch slaps for both of you if you want to take me down this road.
So, lets sum this nigga up. Broke ass bum ass nigga; can't keep a job ass nigga; frontin' like you top shit ain't shit nigga; sorry ass nigga; can't take of your kids ass nigga; can't stand by a friend but always got your hand out ass nigga; live at home with your mom ass nigga but throwin parties telling people it's yours ass nigga; go out to the club spending your wife's money ass nigga; picking up groupies with your wedding ring still on your left hand ass nigga.
Get the picture yet. I kinda hate your fucking guts cuz you just ain't shit. Everything you say is a lie, and frankly, I'd rather not deal with you anymore.
