It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure
Isabella, ma bella
Yeah, one time for the
Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base
And i got them gold bottles, first place
Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence
Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
Its nothin, ma, im still sane
Bad rap, cuties claim
Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show
She said it really dont matter if its real though
Will somebody please show me how
And ma futures lookin bright now
Ma raps ma ya go blind
This is to my unborn child
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