U know that's the type of shit that'll make a man stop fuckin with u... Tryin to see what he's gonna do... That lil game u call seein what it really is as the truth... Tryin to hand his azz a mutha fuckin noose... Betta not play or u won't like the way ur name is released from his lips... That's some risky shit... n I havta admit... u on some bs.. I'm jus sayin... Time don't roll into the past while u playin... You'll find his azz escapin... while a woman ur imitatin... Step on up n do a lil somethin he ain't neva seen before... When he's standin eye to eye witcha reachin for a lil more... Bcuz that bs u be fuckin around with in ya head ain't cool... Not every man needs a test as he'll neva be ya fool...