Who ever knew me and Ronnie would talk again
fukk a rhyme, I'm just happy that we talk again
Who knew that the second I acknowledged you
You would get terminally ill, be in the hospital
The thought of you leaving is what fukks with me
I'm scared to death of getting full custody
nikka, I look in the mirror disgustedly
So how am I supposed to feel the day that he looks up to me?
I always said you were the worst baby-mother
I had ex-girl confused with baby-mother
And there lies my problem with our Creator
All the times I wanted her black ass dead, you wouldn't take her,
Don't do it now, I need her
Understand, it don't get no realer
See how I go to bed with thoughts of a damn killer