Karma was my first diss if you didn’t know, my life is realistic and you’re fake, now put some more lipstick on because you got it on my dick when you sucked it, and now I’m tired of you making me like this

My life is a movie of the dramatic genre, to fix my life and expose your bullshit is an honor. You’re one step away from being just like my mother, and now I’m on a whole other level since my first diss on a girl

You won’t win this argument so shut up, you were a streetwalker you couldn’t clean your pussy with bleach

You get botox in your face and think that you’re hot because of it, but you’re not, your body is as fake as robots

You are so worried about your image you can’t leave your residence without make up.

You make up reasons for us to break up that make no sense.

You take up positions that do nothing but ruin us.

We would have been fine if you didn’t make our relationship dramatic.

I’m tired of you talking about things that have nothing to do with right now. I have good things to do and you can’t keep me from them. You’ve only been a hellish annoyance in my life

You have problems and need help finding them, I can’t waste my time with you I have a business to manage. You’re spawn of the devil but you seemed godly, how much of god can you pay for?

You’ve scarred me for life, from start to finish you were disrespectful. You told me things that made me thing you were good for me, we were opposites and opposites attract

You told me you’d pay for everything I need with my rap and be my manager, I told you everything you had to do in order to see me through. You must be sick in the head go get an examination, I’ve determined you are sick because of how badly you treat me

You think I’m wrong when you’re the one who had me thrown in jail, you treated me like trash and never valued what I had to say. This can’t happen any longer