I'm Halfway Around The World With Dozens

& All Your Friends Telling You Stories That You Often Misinterpret And Taint All The Images Of Yo Mr Perfect

It Take A Certain Type Of Man To Teach, To Be Far From Hood But To Understand The Streets.

I'm Busy Gettin Rich. I Don't Want Trouble. I Made Enough For 2 Niggas, Boy, Stunt Double.

Pushing Me Away So I Give Her Space, Awww. Dealing Wit A Heart That I Didn't Break.

I'm Urgin All Daughters To Kiss Their Mothers With Those Lips That All That Lipstick Covers. You Never Too Grown Up To Miss And Hug Her.