See i dont knw wy u crying like girl talking like a snitch wyd u write a song bout me if u really didnt care u wouldnt wana share telling evrybody just how u feel

wot u did it was ur fault somehow the presents i threw all that out all the crying it didnt mean jack well guess wot yo u rite bk

U thought u cotld really make me moan i had better s*x all alone now u want me to come bk u must be smoking crack im going else where nd thats a fact

all those nites i moand real loud it i faked it arent u proud all those nites u thought u broke my bk well guess wot yo,ur s*x was wack

U questioned did i care maybe i would have if u woulda gone down there now its all over but i do admit im glad i didnt catch ur crabs i cant sweat that coz i got to go

(U made me do this)

Is that song 4 me oh wow