Two kids that belong to my nigga. You talking about some petty female shit, Livi talking slick. Messiah sent bullets my way. I’m at odds with a nigga I’ve known damn near my whole life over you, and I’m ten toes down because I stand on the decisions I make as a man. But you can’t accept a kid that I bring to the table? A kid that I made when we weren’t even rocking like that?

