Listen to me young man, that woman over there
With the milky white skin and that fiery red hair
You best to leave that girl alone, this kind of advice is rare
She will fuck up your world and leave you shell of a man in despair
She approaches with intentions that you’re too blind to see
Your dumb ass there thinking “wow she really vibes with me”
She’s sly a sneaky little slut who makes you feel seen
Nigga she’s got a PhD in shame and rejection and she’s the captain of they team
“I can be everything to her she said she would be everything to me”
Young man she’s here to reap you for your joy, right now she’s sowing seeds
I’m not trying to be foul this is just the shit some women choose to do
She’s got an Oedipal complex but you think she’s choosing you
Stop the hype, that’s bullshit and when she starts a fight
About something trivial or stupid she’s checking your archetype
Are you going to give in to her theatrics, hug her and promise to be true
If you do, nigga you stupid this bitch is grooming you
It’s little tests here and there to see how you’ll react
Constant nonstop fucking psychological sneak attacks
She’ll intentionally misinterpret something that you said
Start dropping little hints that you’re not performing well in bed
And if its not something about what you do when you’re inside her
It’s that you’re stupid, socially awkward, or not much of a provider
She’s got a million and one ways to destroy your self esteem
But you keep doubling your efforts to treat this bitch like she’s a queen
Love yourself well enough to see through her antics
If you want to fuck, go on and fuck but realize that she’s an enchantress
Mind games abound so if you wanna have some fun
Then have some fun but if you start catching feelings nigga run
She’s the victim, the one misunderstood, the one who can relate
To the bullshit you went through that’s the goal of the first phase
To establish a kinship in your shared sense of rejection
so that you’ll loose your sense of individuality in favor of whats called enmeshment
Everybody has done her wrong but she’s being the bigger person at least that’s the pretense
So when you meet the people in her life you’re biased against accepting any other version of events
Your her savior, she knows now that you’ll never betray her
At this point, nigga you lost, but you don’t get to find out till later
She can’t stand that as a child she had to share her toys,
her mother and father emotionally detached so she sought attention from boys
So she got a reputation for riding and smoking poles
I mean what is a young nubile girl to do when gifted with three holes
She wants love but what she gets instead is some discharge and a discard
It’s easy to find a stiff dick when you’re a slut but true love? That shit’s hard
So it becomes a game, she starts to mask who she is and how she feels
You’ve entered the matrix not realizing that steak you’re enjoying isn’t real
You can never guess all of the ways that she’ll betray you
The things she’ll fabricate or exaggerate just to portray you
IN the light she chooses when she’s ready to discard you
You’ll be shocked, because of her bullshit,
at the way her “friends” now regard you
“But that’s not what happened”, you protest
“It was like this, I swear on my mama”
But she’s already used triangulation
So they dismiss your protestation as “drama”
And don't get started on for whom she has parted her legs again and again,
various men with whom she pretends Mostly to be nothing but friends
There’s so much more I could say
But it won’t help anyway
Because you’re fated to do
Whatever you’ll do
But at least you’ve been warned
In a clear direct form
That Young’n this bitch ain’t for you