They are fictitious bitches

They are fictitious bitches

They are hurting

They can't stand to see anyone else happy

They are meddlesome cunts

That wouldn't know what is cool 

If they didn't read it in a magazine

They're too busy trying to be cougars

They don't recognize me in that picture

They weren't in my life at the time

They don't understand making a comment 

About society's vanity or social media life

They have stupid little girl syndrome

Their foolish pride, it's hard to swallow

They have stupid little girl syndrome

They are miserable

But they only question you 

and your motives and don't let anyone know this that anything beyond their range or knowledge is worthless...

Hey there fictitious bitch, can I use your mouth as an ashtray...

You talk a lot of shit....

I have no time for auntie boutha....

I don't have time for your shit

Frivolous fictitious bitch

What is it that you can do

Frivolous fictitious bitch

You are a superstar-  all that matters is your opinion

Frivolous fictitious bitch 

How can you hurt me

Frivolous fictitious bitch

Why can't you see there more to life than me and you

There's an immortal battle of wits and the mundane

But why should you listen to me I am insane...