Skrawberries (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)

My girl booty soft and it's shaped like a skrawberry
 Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury
 Carry all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer
 Bury all of my sins, staring out of the Benz
 Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone with the wind
 Gone with the pretty long hair is with the fairest skin
 Yelling in her face, and she repeat it like a parrot and
 Apparently she gone keep yelling at me, I'ma never win
 Where yo ass was at when
 I was sleeping on the couch and in the whip?
 Probably with another nigga, on another nigga dick
 I'm on another tip, my skin so tint
 Strength on strength
 One on ten against me
 I won't break, I don't bend
 Watch your statements, guard your chin
 Guard your heart, guard your light
 Find your zen, mind your lightness
 You doing without cause you looking within
 But if you ever in doubt give this a spin
 Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war
 Baby girl I'm your soldier
 But trippin' like this, back and forth
 Wonder who gone hold you
 Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
 I said
 Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
 Look, cool
 I mean shawty had relations that
 We never could speak about
 You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out
 And then she had a man who used to
 Beat her so she told me she wanted out
 Got a couple abortions
 Now that pussy's a haunted house
 Now her heart cold, Antartica, Siberia
 Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria
 Change, she feel pain
 Strain, built up anger
 From dealing with a dickhead
 Putting her life in danger
 I understand, it's times that you
 Go through your women things
 And sometimes can't gauge
 Clearly on what you be thinking
 I swear I got your back and
 Got a tab on what you drinking
 You ain't gotta move a finger or
 Pinky when we linking
 Whatever keeps your boat
 Afloat or ship sinking
 From loose lips of side women
 Stepping out of position
 Breaking out of a system, prison
 Parallelogram, shaping the prism
 Stop signs never stopped I
 Let's be realistic, I been trying to
 Get in touch with my senses
 And be better to my sisters
 But niggas think that you
 Feminine when you sensitive
 My home girl rap, and she feminist
 Hold it down for the women
 I call her "Feminem"
 Tell 'em how you really feel headass
 'Cause ass shots and dead ass and
 Fake tits been around, we gas it
 Girl you perfect without that make up
 Or the plastic surgery
 I'ma tell you how it is like Ron Burgundy
 Yeah for life, baby, I'm dressed for the war
 Baby girl I'm your soldier
 But trippin' like this, back and forth
 Wonder who gone hold you
 Everybody needs somebody to hold them down
 I said
 Everybody needs somebody to hold them down