This is a song about "I hope my song didnt hirt you"

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Because it's you i stick this song to,

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

I hope you listening to my lyrics and it moves you

I hope you get my notion i was was born with this

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Bitch i thought you knew that i didnt owe you, so suck my umbrella in this bitch

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I found this song in my cd holder/

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

My song is acapella but i know you hear that ultrasound,