everything i’ve called women

if i said baby you might think a certain thing but nah. that’s only maybe what i mean, perhaps i’ll say ma & your mind says Cam’ron, women creeping up but i’m a changed man, & that’s not game ma. it’s practice in high school & THOT isn’t out yet. we’re classic Chicago & bustdowns bloom in our mouths. my Ma spits Too $hort & the line i catch the first time is b*tch b*tch b*tch make me rich but Ma puts me on punishment when i whisper Ludacris & tells me sex shouldn’t hurt. i say nothing & Ma lets it go until a few years later when i get becky or brain or top or dome by a white girl & Ma tells me everything i’ve risked for this escapade. i can’t fix my mouth to say but Ma what i got i didn’t ask for