Baby, I'm walking right back to the door
Yo, yo, yo, fighting all the ladies
It's about you being weak
It's about all the girls them who leave me out the street
It's about how many times you lie and you cheat
And all of the promises you make I couldn't keep
You babies, you ladies, your many girlfriends
They are it, I pick up all of you men
No wanna cry no more, well that no make sense
And then you a go dead cause you nah get it again
Please