What's Up Wit-Cha Song Lyrics

I was young when my daddy told me I had an old soul
He blessed my ears with a story foretold
He said kids are being raised with a new algorithm
No more adults, only grown children
Turns out my Pops was just like Nostradamus
Because he predicted some of you black mamas
You claim you're being blamed for things that are untrue
But all these stupid names, now that's all on you
All the Yolanda's, Lavonda's, and Tiffany's
Are now Qwadresia, Allepishia, and LaShauntemelodie
You think these names are pretty, we can debate it
But won't they sound kind of silly when your ass turn eighty
This new kind of spelling that you're piecing together
Making up words that don't even match the letters
And how we suppose to feel, about your new of sex appeal
Ink up and down your body from neck to heel
You got 4 inch nails, & 2 inch eyelashes
These fake ass BBL's, with 3 foot hair patches
Hair red today, maybe yellow tomorrow
All these different eye colors, makes it hard to follow
I digress, we'll let it rest
See it's more than just you boo, acting a hot mess
Fellas, some of you ain't no better
Mention a full day's work and you niggas shudder