Dear BabyMama

Hi, I'm Latasha Nicole,

Autotune specialist,

And I wrote a poem for all the baby mas out there.

Even if I own the powers to have known

Exactly how this system would be set,

Me sitting here, vision crystal clear,

Waiting on this child support check is for real for a dream.

Are you still down, baby? Are you still down?

Yeah, something like that.

Are you still down, baby? Are you still down?

Still down for me. I know. I know.

You still down for me.

Still, she ignoring me like a wake up call.

I'm kissing on her morning breath with no makeup on.

My coller so holler. Ruben Studer breakup song.

I got my fake Drake. Auto tune Drake Capone

From Sunday to Sunday my Jacob on.

I'm never wrong on time cuz I'm always making songs.

I'm making chips and I'm always making hits.

The same way you switch fits, I switch whips.

But back to the lecture at hand.

Intellectual feelings that come from a man

Are given to the woman to cherish.

I try to tell my baby mama that, but she ain't trying to hear it.

Apparently, her parents are influential than I am.

Get hit with the clip and become an innocent bystand.

Dur run Is concur like a blur on my rap sheet, but my record is my resume.

So you ain't got to ask me s***.

Don't ask me nothing.

Baby, are you still down? Baby, are you still down? Baby, are you still down?

Baby, are you still down? Still down for me.

Still down for me. In my Tupac voice

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