that my rap is weak and my rhymes are stinkin'...

but this aint about a rap, it aint about a rhyme...

it's about my son and you denying our time...

how's that fair to him, what are you gonna' say?

mommy, where is daddy? why is he so far away?

why have a kid with me if you don't want me to see him?

can't wait to see your fat face when the judge hands out the prelim...

I'm sure you'll print this hate rap up and take it into court...

and i'll say "FUCKIN' RIGHT I WROTE IT, ALLOW ME TO RETORT!!!"

see bitch, told you and the lawyer, you both aint got shit on me...

but i got your 8x10 right here, sits on my dresser nicely...

along with his blanket, it's stayin' right here with me...

gonna' post it up in HIS room, in MY PAD, you'll see!!!

see i knew we'd split up, i just knew we couldn't be...

that's why i was fair and only asked for 50/50...

but that was too much, too much for you to give...

just remember bitch, whose the one lettin' you...

and still i think to myself, where's all my money going?

to the development of little bunbun's growing?

i think not bitch, i think i know where...

not that it matters, not that you care...

it's just more fuel for the fire of your pride...

so for now, FUCK YOU BITCH, i'm still lookin' for a ride...

and that's my word... to your motha'... bunbun*ya heard?

-DREAM