Before i tell u what she said...heres what i said
Basically the bytch was tryna play the field(i smashed a few times)
Me: its okay.. ur gona meet a guy hes gona be so sweet n good morning

n gas u up...until he fukks you...and than he gona start actn distant...n ur gona be at home crying...n i want u to think about me while u feel like a used hoe in ur bed in tears...
Bout a month later i was shopping n shorty called me cryn sayn
"U were right
some dude smashed n dashed i smashed one more time for the culture