"Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say?
I wasn't at the studio, bitch, what'cha do? Screw Dre?
You went there looking for me? Boo, that excuse is too lame
Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe? You want to lose two legs?
You trying to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you, you say
"Okay, yeah and I'm coo-coo, ay?"
Well, screw you, and I'll be the third person who screwed you today
Oh, four; Dre, Drake, Lupe -- oohm touché
You were too two-faced for me, thought you was my number one, true-blue ace
But you ain't
And I can't see you when you make that wittle boo-boo face
Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo
You make my fucking blue tooth ache
You're feeling blue? Too late
Go smurf yourself, you make me wanna smurf and puke blue Kool Aid
Here's what you say to someone you hate"
Like really, what the fuck was he thinking putting out this piece of shit