Oh, Yes!

I see the niggas hating, who would've thunk it?
Bitches on the same pages as the niggas they hook up with
Dumbfounded, right?
Same as the woman I called up last night, steady speechless
Can't keep up with my speech kids?
Let me dumb this down, I don't keep secrets

You know my name
But I call her my... Blueberry Yum-Yum
Light her up, she's already high
Get her on the box-springs, bend her legs back into the sky
She loves how I can lace words with lies
And still make them sound sweeter than when we fucked the first time

Those same niggas from the first line still say I can't rhyme...
They're right.