And you wonder why.

You really want to ask why I say niggas ain't shit?

How is it that I'm supposed to feel anything but disgust for you when you call me and tell me you miss me, you want to see me, you wish I was your woman, yet...

you wont leave the chick you're with.

Not like I'll get with your sorry ass either way, but still. I don't get it. When shit is unbearable for me, I shake the spot. If she makes you that damn unhappy, then why are you still there? If you've taken to referring to your time together as "lockdown", then what is the purpose of sticking around?

Am I supposed to feel honored that you're treating your woman like shit (behind her back) because of some warped memories you hold of you and I over 4 years ago?

Niggas ain't only shit, they're chicken shit. He's sitting around, lusting over me, trying to hook up with me, but he ain't got the balls to leave her. There's no way you can love one woman and put as much energy as you do into keeping tabs on me, and constantly reassuring me how unsatisfied you are with her. I call bullshit. The chick doesn't even know about me. She's aspiring to be my soror and doesn't even know it. She only knows her man is a Sigma, so she wants to be a Zeta. Thats gonna be some interesting shit when we're all seated together at the step show next year in the Blue and White section. I wanna see how he's gonna pull that shit off. Punk ass. I feel almost sorry for her. She's got a right to be paranoid. I want to snitch, but I don't know her. I don't even know what she looks like if I were to see her.

Ain't nothing cute about what he's doing. And I'm constantly ignoring him, gettin in his ass about being so trifling, none of it works. He's just a sorry ass bastard. Niggas like him stomp all on my damn nerves. Shit is just triflin.