Whatever They Say Part Tres

I am so dope, ladies never understand it
Surprised when I stroke, because they didn't plan it
I'm an associate they could never manage
Because each one of them that crosses the sheet line;
Can't repair my heart's damage
Still baby, I try to keep myself clean
They say I'm dressed to the nines, like I'm on the big screens
Might revert back to the baggy jeans, fitted cocked side-ways
Never with my nickname portrayed, because I threw that hat away Friday
I claim every day as my day
Truth be told, I hate liars more than the winter without someone to hold
But I'll do it, despite my affiliation
My circle tends to lack a person in-tune with their soul, that isn't my fault
No woman around with a prefix abbreviation
I have no kids with a job, but keep attracting measly relations
Fresh with a chip on my shoulder and my chest
But with no one around to take away all that stress
Well... except my cigarettes.