This one right here goes out to all the baby's mommas, mommas, mommas, mommas, baby mommas, mommas. Yeah, go like this. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. My baby a drummer's mama don't like me. She doing things like having the boys come from her neighborhood to the studio trying to fight me. She need to get a Houston American Pie and take her bite out. That's my house. I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out. And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a paycheck. Private school, daycare, medical bills, I pay them. I love your momma and everything. See I ain't the only one who lay down. She want to rip you up and start a custody war with my lawyers. Stay down. She never got a chance to hear my side of the story. We was divided. She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday. I ain't invited. Despite it. I show her the utmost respect when I'm all through with all you. You will defend that lady when I call you. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. Me and your daughter got a special thing going on. You say it's puppy love. We say it's poor growth. I hope that we feel this way forever. You can plan a pretty picnic, but you can't predict the weather. Ms. Jackson. Ten times out of nine. Now if I'm lying, fine. The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and I'll decline. King meets queen, then the puppy love thing. Together dream about that crib with the Goodyear screen. On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever. Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever. Forever never seems that long until you're grown. And notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong. Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good. I wish I could become a magician to abracadabra all beside her. Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he. Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had. I pray so much about it, need some knee pads. It happened for a reason, one can't be mad. So know this, know that everything's cool. And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. Look at the way he treats me. ***, look at the way you treat me. You're skillin' on your own, girl. You got your ass in up the creek, G. Without a pad on, you'd have to straddle and ride this thing on out. And the union girl ain't speakin' no more. Cause my dick all in her mouth. I'm talkin' about jealousy and fidelity. Fidelity can be cheating, beating, Indian to the G. They be the same thing. Who you placin' the blame on? You keep on singin' that same song. If I gon' be back on, you gon' get a hell on you and your mom. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real.