V1:

Im a menamist that been fuckin all the feminist, them bougie type bitches who be spinning and acting militant, still come to the crib to get that kitty hit, and them titties licked/ I’m just speaking my mind… it’s a day inside my world and don’t be wasting my time/ yea, gold as hell l was meant to shine dont stare to long ciz you might go blind, this gift of gab might just blow yo mind/ speak that shit into existence.. looking at my future it was somewhere in the distance of reality,

Going offline, wanna see the world through my own and not these digital eyes, that might be too deep/ the art of getting at her long gone now, Cuz won’t nobody put the phones down/ its all computer love like roger trotman, you just a swipe bitch thats not a option, she overthink and she gone prolly block him/ sound about right don’t it, you prolly missed yo moment to scared to jump back in and get back on it/ with that wall up knowing got damn well you really want it, tires of waking up alone on them sunday mornings/ what happened to them days when all she had to do was look you in da eyes and knew that everything gone be fine…

Yea we fucked up reality, we done fucked up reality