Live from Cell Block C!

First off sorry for the delay in posts, my fellow partner if fuckery both are on our grind to make sure we dont have to resort to doin hoe shit in orders to make ends meet in this recession. Clifford is on lockdown still makin a buzz in the streets. Apparently he is still feelin some type of way about his first baby momma and bored lookin at those four walls since you know he aint coming out of his cell (avoiding gettin his cookies took) so he decided to write a song about her on a new mixtape called " T.I. Live From Forest City Correctional Facility". The lyrics are kinda tough. I wonder if this will start a new trend of rappers making diss track and starting beefs with their former bust it babies. Next up should be Rick Ross and both of them birds he reproduced with. Then Nas aka "Mr Father of the Year (ha!) should drop a track about Kelis and Carmen. I would love if Diddy made one for about all 600 of the women he spread his seed on/in. But the sour cream on the top of the nachos would be Jay-Z FINALLY talking about this secret child he has. The wig crypt would make that track as hard to get as lost ark in Indiana Jones and shit. Peep the actual lyrics from the song:

I’m in a public tug of war for dough I struggled for,
I owe money for my sons, honey and nothin’ more,
Do much more than average for my sons
And you just ignore, in fact, you can get off your ass and work
If you don’t wanna be f*cking poor That’s not quite the issue is it?
It’s that we don’t f*ck no more,
That’s ’sposed to be you who buying houses, picking out decor
That’s ’sposed to be you in Bentley’s, Fendi and Dior
That’s your problem, just accept it,
You and I are never more
And forever we never will,
Just try your best to deal
I rolled around wit you for years and I regret it still
And well, since you ain’t let yourself know,
You look a mess,
Just let yourself go I guess…