This is a song about "I dont need a man"

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

And i dont need your apology or sympathy,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Me and you i think we should ride

Dont need a pen to write

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Like steve i need a clue man your really telling me?

Haha enough with the jokes man i dont even no ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha