Woke up today. And I was moved to write this poem, which was divinely deposited in my spirit whilst slumbering. I hope it blesses u guys the way it blessed me when I came up with it! Here it goes! I’m still editing/working on the ending.... Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah You bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah His last, yeah H*os frown when you pass, yeah They mad, yeah You goin' ride in a Jag, yeah Wit dad Yeah You can smoke or buy a bag, yeah Of grass, yeah Got money like a flash, yeah And trash, yeah I'm a big timer n*gga, yeah Pull the trigger, yeah A player hater flipper, yeah Grave filler, yeah I be slangin' wood yeah Out the hood, yeah Let it be understood yeah Its all good, yeah Got a n*gga schemin' large, yeah On a hard day A smooth Ghetto broad yeah I want the broad, yeah Or you can do a trick, yeah On the d🕺🏿ck, yeah. You claimin' you wanna picture, yeah That ain't shit, yeah The nigga with the money, yeah Don't act funny, yeah Got birds and I'm runnin', yeah About a hundred, yeah. Girl you look good, Would you consider....possibly, reversing your positioning so that you’re backing toward this common area for a dance? totally up to you. Just putting it out there....