Tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes all in line
Talk about me but I can hear it from behind
Did a number on her, but I still gave her her prime
I just made a ten do a split, is she now a five?

Ayy, youget the murder from Nina
All over the planet I'm pushing it right at the satellite
Thinkin bout pushin', I'm off in the cushion
And me and my lady, we using a rag at night
Not the mineral, genitals had a fight
I'm in the middle, not little my appetite
Then I'm bustin' on through like a maga might
I got a friend like a good abba zabba bite

All of my homies are fake
And we truly got nothing in common
Except that I'm also fake
I put my kids on her face
And I leave just to let them for Father's day