See, Ive been done giving a fuck bout you but Im not heartless
I just want my 18 years to finish what I started
And on that six thousand, five hundred and seventy fifth day
We can ask my son if Daddy love him and hear what he got to say
Or you can ask em right now but to my dismay Rodrigo is hesitant
Only cuz he recognize that your pride and ya ego is delicate
I wish I shared the same sentiment yet these words I never mention it
So instead Im expressin it though some quality penmanship
It's a fuckin shame you aint doing right, oh I forgot, you a lefty
Try to get on my FB and F me... thought you woulda left me
Alone but I know for a fact you checkin out my Twitter feed
It's like a drug, a dope getting all the dope a quitter needs
So every fuckin time you do shit out of spite and don't consider me
I'm a take it all in stride cus you let your pride be yo' misery
Being ya ex husband doesnt bind me to the history
Being my ex wife, you seem to enjoy living life so bitterly
Even so, there I am grittin teeth, gettin weak cant take any 'dis
I wish that shotgun wasnt loaded but you dont come w/ empty threats
You mean it when... you say I aint seeing em
Now you got my kids sad, Dad's so lost, but in the end did you really win?
It's more rhetorical, but you knew that w/ your pretty grin
You aint a stupid chick, you know better n it gets me really pissed
But thats cool keep it true with tha hating & silliness
Once my boys 18 you'll realize it was all meaningless you silly bitch