To everyone in this thread but Kaos:
It's gonna take some kiddie diddling or something for me to ever write Cam off.
Since I couldn't understand 3 words of that and got tired of watching after 30 seconds, I looked up the lyrics. Here's most of the first verse. You may have to clarify what any of this has to do with Cam.
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowning up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the shit, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowning up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve