It Aint Nobody's Business, Not Even Yours

Woman....When on these retarded grounds of dying subjective love will you ever get to know how to run your your own way?
When focussing on the world's greatest judgements instead of your own circumference.
Then crying your eyes out when hearing creeps from the blinded side of lovers and fake friends.

What do you expect to reap when harvesting in a black-soil garden of evil,
Where your sadness is a steroid to those who wanna see your love destroyed.
There's rumours from loosers who just cant stay in their rooms,
Running after your happy butt and telling you what to and not to do, Who to do and not to do
When dating who and not cheating on who,
Who's business is it?
Who's employed in it?

It aint their business to even think of who you sleeping on,
It's also not your business to even think of what they think about who you even thinking of sleeping on,
Aint that too much thinking for you?

Niggas gotta do their shid focussing ahead while observing to keep yall happy,
And yall gotta deal with your own shid and care less of what other chickens think.

No more crying over other people's thoughts,
It aint your business