Self Law

There are laws that govern; sometimes bitches become stubborn

Like they need more than a friend or lover

When I clearly state, I don't want or need a woman right now

In turn they and flip, try to sink ships and retaliate

As of late, there have been three

With my exes around bumping classical music a la Jealous Ones Still Envy

Try tried to rob and frisk me, hoping I'd lie

So they could wish death on me in the forms of no virgins when I meet with Allah

That was kind of heart hurting, but I still found pretty women to flirt with

I was only fucking them, I swear I wouldn't come home with the herp'

I know they deserved better, but round one the first girl jabbed

Needed a man to change for her if he didn't have cash

Or if he lived far away, to pick up the calls she couldn't cash

But still dialed collect and tried to collect on him stash

So she left, and round two came like the desert rains

Well deserved, but the brought too much baggage to be a claim

Like, we were never one in the same, opposite ends

Employed but she wasn't, although she wanted to be pushing a Benz

Needed my time until we would hit the end, I suppose my rope was shorter

Because I deaded that ho, soon as the knot was tied

Round three, the bitch thought I lied

She was gone for a year on her own terms, acting like I don't try

Self centered and proud of it, 21 and no kids when the statistics doubted it

But she gets drunk or high and fucks whoever she likes

Then she wonders why I don't need a woman of her type

A ho with a distinct dislike for hoes of her type

So I stave away...