Girl please

In truth ;

Your words don't mean shit to me,

As it don't make my hair grown ,

Nor it doesn't make my drink,

I bottled it up too long for to make ya'll be a think piece,

Talking all that shit won't make you famous,

Girl fuck you and your trailer park and that so called skylight house you got,

It don't and won't make you King,

I don't give a fuck if it makes your ass fall in niggas laps ,

Oh that it makes you datable for rich man,

Who the fuck cares ?;

Not me.

The bottom line Allah is still King,

He still runs the Universe,

Makes you still ask Him for help when in need,

What you mean you're better than me?,

We not better than each other nor Him,

Nor it makes you wetter for the next nigga;

Tuh,

Fuck you talking ' bout ?