Okay, I made a motherf*cking statement. If you don’t like my statement, b*tch, unfriend me and don’t go telling your fat sloppy nasty budding ass friend what the f*ck I said. What I said was is if you were in Waffle House and you in the club every night and your kids ain’t there, you don’t need to be there. So n*ggas talking about a hit dog with holler, b*tch you got ran the f*ck over with that statement, because b*tches, y’all the first b*tches that hit me up. The b*tches that I was actually talking to never said nothing but I guess I am talking to you now. If you in the club and your child is not motherf*cking paid for okay, don’t tell me about me not having my kids, my oldest son is taken care of. My second son I probably don’t have and that’s gotta do with some sh*t with my momma but I don’t need to f*cking explain it. Like I motherf*cking said, b*tch, don’t be in the motherf*cking club and motherf*cking that Waffle House and hungover and can’t get up the next morning to feed your motherf*cking kids. So if you felt hit, b*tch I was talking to you. While you’re worrying about me and what kids I got, find out where the f*ck your wife is b*tch, because that’s the b*tch that upgraded you and made you who the f*ck you was. You ain’t never taken care of your kids Nunu, did you forget I always had London? You didn’t even know how to change her diaper you sloppy body ass b*tch. Talking about how you have money, b*tch you got like 6 fast food jobs like a motherf*cking Mexican. When in the f*ck, when in the f*ck did you become a boss b*tch. Your b*tch was still paying all the bills and your broke ass doing sh*t while you’re running around and talking motherf*cking sh*t, don’t worry about me. Find you a b*tch that don’t gotta upgrade you that you can actually upgrade. And she’s about to get kicked out soon, when the f*ck is that motherf*cking warrant gonna hit that motherf*cking door hoe. You never know what the next b*tch know about you. I just don’t give a f*ck. Don’t come to me about my kids, b*tch, because it has been several times I was finna whoop that ass and you ain’t want none, you wanted to be sisters. So b*tch, here’s your sister giving you a word of advice. If that motherf*cking status touched you so much b*tch, go home, feed your kids, put the drink down with your beer belly having ass, okay, and worry about your kids, okay. Again, Dora, since you wanna pass motherf*cking messages when I just told your monkey ass I wasn’t talking to you, how about you pass this one because I’m talking to the both of you motherf*cking hoes. Don’t call me sister and play two-face with Nunu and tell her that I’m talking about her, because b*tch it wasn’t nothing about you, I don’t give a f*ck about you. Y’all ain’t got sh*t that I f*cking want. Both you b*tches sleep together, I sleep in my own f*cking house. Both you b*tches work fast food and airport jobs. b*tch, I sit behind a desk. Don’t worry, I’ll motherf*cking wait. I’m self motherf*cking made making more than $800 a motherf*cking day off nothing. I ain’t gotta sell pus*y or shake it, unlike Nunu was selling pus*y at one point in time and you still ain’t got no dollars. That’s why you reserve to flipping motherf*cking burgers and “Can I take your order?” face ass b*tch. Don’t f*cking try me. How about you try a b*tch that you can motherf*cking try. Now back to my motherf*cking son because yes, unlike you b*tch, his dad did take him but at least I know who his dad is. Do you know who London’s daddy is? Do you know who yellow boy’s daddy is? AH, I think the f*ck not you trick ass b*tch or is it your uncle that you claim he used to go with all the time. Run these motherf*cking hands that you feel hit, b*tch