text: Who the hell is this?
  Calling me at 12:47 in the night
  While Im watching the fight
  Looking at the phone, its no name in sight
  Blocked ID, knew something just wasnt right
  Its my girl Kandi from out in Miami
  Telling me that my man with some bitch in a Camry
  Car seat in the back like he started a family
  Yo Kan, stop playing, what the fuck is you saying?
  Remember them chicks from the Bricks round nine six
  That we seen when we hit a lick by the project?
  Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria
  I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria
  I didnt say them
  They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when
  Some bitch named Kim
  Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim
  Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim
  They hit me on the chirp, warning me, now Im warning you
  Whats it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do
  Damn, Imma have to send her to her maker
  Damn, Imma have to send her to her maker
  Damn, Imma have to send her to her maker
  Imma send her to her maker
  Imma send her to her maker
  They heard about his good sexing, long erections
  Nice complexion, Magnums for protection
  They even heard about his tongue game
  How the nigga give brain, aint stop til the cum came
  But thats words of Hip Hop
  I popped the bitch top, like a Corona
  Call a coroner, its gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es
  If I find out he got a next Mrs
  What you think all the goons is for
  Two by the door, a few more out in New York
  And I feed em curry chicken, Im all about my green nahmean?
  Got some fat bitches in the kitchen
  I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail
  Got a scale for whats in the mail
  I got whatever on my nigga bail, But if the nigga bail
  Ill have him sleeping with some killer whales
  Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man
  On the other hand, things aint always what you plan
  Its the ones up in your prom picture, salon witcha
  Now they wanna creep in your mans jeep
  I bet you Nicki wont sleep
  Cause Imma put the heat to your beak, Youll bird like tweet tweet
  And watch you smoke like a cigarette
  Shouldve left the bitch a pack of Nicorette
  Leave all them foul bitches wet
  I give a fuck about you and your bum crew
  Mami Im the truth, they salute when I come through
  Im not running bitch, I bust my gun, hold on I hear somebody coming