Dear Mr. Trifling (Part 2)

Yo, Income Tax Baller:
How you doing? Doing good?
I see you big ballin' up and through your hood.
Got that tax refund, now you living large.
So much money! You big, bad, and in charge!
You're tired of your 20s so get bigger rims
And not on your Geo Metro, gone get a Benz!
I see you bling-blinging with your grill and your chain
This money burning holes and it's driving you insane.
Bought you a Wii, PS3, and a Xbox 360
And a new Apple computer and a 60" flat screen.
Went on shopping sprees and got all of the newest fashions;
Spending your thousands like this is your passion.
A couple of months go by and you have no more money.
You start losing everything including your new honey.
Your Benz has been repoed, eviction notice says, "See ya later, good-bye!"
But hey, keep your head up; at least you look fly.

Hi, Undiscovered Rapper:
What it do? What it is?
You still ain't made it to the entertainment biz?
I've been supporting you for umpteen years
But I need you to face your worst fears:
Sweetie, baby, you need to get you a real job.
I really don't mean to be a rude snob,
But your "rap career" is making us broke
And being undiscovered in your 30s is one big joke.
I tried to be there because this was your dream
But baby, you're really not as good as you believe.
You're not Jay-Z, Kanye, snoop, or Cube.
You're not even Vanilla Ice, sorry for being rude
But someone's gotta be real, guess it's gotta be me.
I think it's time for you to face reality.
If you don't, I'm leaving with the kids and we'll be through.
Let's see how far having absolutely no money takes you.

Hey Leeching Loser:
How are things? How's life?
Bet it's going pretty easy, right?
You have no job but not that it matters.
That's because you are the ultimate slacker.
You have no bills, you don't have your own crib.
You don't even help with my car you always driving in.
Everything you have was bought by someone else.
You don't know what being independent entails.
All you do is play Madden all day,
Just wasting your whole life away
But you don't care; you're living the high life.
For you, the recession just does not apply...
But that's fine because I'm enabling you no more
I don't care where you go but you gotta walk out my door.
Before you go talking all that smack,
The clothes you're wearing? I need those back.

Hello, Mama's Boy:
How are you? Is everything cool?
Yeah? Well, dating you makes me feel like a damn fool.
I feel like I'm in constant competition with your mama
And you don't see it which causes more drama.
Anything you do, you need your mama's permission.
Without her, you can't make a single decision.
I'm surprised you're allowed to even date me.
Didn't know your mama trusted anyone with her baby.
"You and her, y'all never part, Makidada!"
This thing y'all got boils me over like lava.
I feel like I'm in a threesome that's lacking in pleasure,
Like between me and your mom, I'm just whatever.
Since I don't matter, I'm gonna let you go.
My patience for y'all has hit a plateau.
But I'll still be around, hold up your chin.
I've been sneaking around with your mama's husband...

Sincerely,
Ms. Annoyed