Okay, I made a motherfucking statement. If you don’t like my statement, bitch, unfriend me and don’t go telling your fat sloppy nasty budding ass friend what the fuck I said. What I said was is if you were in Waffle House and you in the club every night and your kids ain’t there, you don’t need to be there. So niggas talking about a hit dog with holler, bitch you got ran the fuck over with that statement, because bitches, y’all the first bitches that hit me up. The bitches that I was actually talking to never said nothing but I guess I am talking to you now. If you in the club and your child is not motherfucking paid for okay, don’t tell me about me not having my kids, my oldest son is taken care of. My second son I probably don’t have and that’s gotta do with some shit with my momma but I don’t need to fucking explain it. Like I motherfucking said, bitch, don’t be in the motherfucking club and motherfucking that Waffle House and hungover and can’t get up the next morning to feed your motherfucking kids. So if you felt hit, bitch I was talking to you. While you’re worrying about me and what kids I got, find out where the fuck your wife is bitch, because that’s the bitch that upgraded you and made you who the fuck you was. You ain’t never taken care of your kids Nunu, did you forget I always had London? You didn’t even know how to change her diaper you sloppy body ass bitch. Talking about how you have money, bitch you got like 6 fast food jobs like a motherfucking Mexican. When in the fuck, when in the fuck did you become a boss bitch. Your bitch was still paying all the bills and your broke ass doing shit while you’re running around and talking motherfucking shit, don’t worry about me. Find you a bitch that don’t gotta upgrade you that you can actually upgrade. And she’s about to get kicked out soon, when the fuck is that motherfucking warrant gonna hit that motherfucking door hoe. You never know what the next bitch know about you. I just don’t give a fuck. Don’t come to me about my kids, bitch, because it has been several times I was finna whoop that ass and you ain’t want none, you wanted to be sisters. So bitch, here’s your sister giving you a word of advice. If that motherfucking status touched you so much bitch, go home, feed your kids, put the drink down with your beer belly having ass, okay, and worry about your kids, okay. Again, Dora, since you wanna pass motherfucking messages when I just told your monkey ass I wasn’t talking to you, how about you pass this one because I’m talking to the both of you motherfucking hoes. Don’t call me sister and play two-face with Nunu and tell her that I’m talking about her, because bitch it wasn’t nothing about you, I don’t give a fuck about you. Y’all ain’t got shit that I fucking want. Both you bitches sleep together, I sleep in my own fucking house. Both you bitches work fast food and airport jobs. Bitch, I sit behind a desk. Don’t worry, I’ll motherfucking wait. I’m self motherfucking made making more than $800 a motherfucking day off nothing. I ain’t gotta sell pussy or shake it, unlike Nunu was selling pussy at one point in time and you still ain’t got no dollars. That’s why you reserve to flipping motherfucking burgers and “Can I take your order?” face ass bitch. Don’t fucking try me. How about you try a bitch that you can motherfucking try. Now back to my motherfucking son because yes, unlike you bitch, his dad did take him but at least I know who his dad is. Do you know who London’s daddy is? Do you know who yellow boy’s daddy is? AH, I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch or is it your uncle that you claim he used to go with all the time. Run these motherfucking hands that you feel hit, bitch.
