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