This is a song about "I m not getting dreads"

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

From the conversation, but i did not mind, because i was still getting, the information

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Three j's took me this high

No fake doctor in my name, and it's not capped off by m c

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I"m the designated driver

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

See, i'm not only getting older but i feel that i'm getting colder