Self

Maybe this the album you listen to in your car when you driving home late at night Really questioning every god, religion, Kanye, bitches Maybe this is the interest before you get to the river I had him before the heathen no reason for you to like me Maybe this your life he just wanted a clean divorce The baby ain't really yours That's really for baby's teething, the chicken wings underseasoned Y'all really thought a bitch couldn't rap huh? Maybe this your answer for that, a crack addict in the Reagen administration And niggas are still scared of, nah actually this is for me This one for TT at the lake serving the mac and the cheese This one a small apology for all the calls that I screamed Mister money man, mister every day he got me, mister weather me down Mister me love, mister Miyagi, miscellaneous, mister molly inside my socky Incredible, incredible, emptiness in my body Heaven's only four-feet tall, I set my ringer to it Fucked the rapper homie now his ass is making better music My p***y teaches ninth-grade English My p***y wrote a thesis on colonialism In conversation with a marginal system in love with Jesus Y'all really thought a bitch couldn't rap huh? Maybe this your answer for that? Good p***y, I know niggas only talk about money and good p***y