I'd like to know how this is sounding, please get back to me dude

Her momma old her men will always have *****,
so that means they automatically half-wits.
“Wanna be that rich? Gotta be matchfixed,
let him score, even do a hat-trick”
Gave her money for the store to get her hair fixed,
then taught her how to pretend she got her back stiff,
how to tell him she’s in love wit him: “That’s it!
Act as if that kiss just happened”.
He had a crush on her back at high school,
invited her to lunch sayin’ “We cou’d share my food”
Never had much ‘side ‘em soccer Nike boots –
she didn’t mind, like “Sure you be my boo” –
wasn’t lyin’, pulled his hands to her behind too.
Felt like Plasma: *** was fine-tuned
Slow-danced, talkin’ ‘bout what he might do
if he had a chance and got found by the right crew.
She told friends “My man’s on the grind too
I’ma ride Benzes in brand new nice shoes.
Expect him to be the next Beckham,
went to major league trials and they accept him.
There he was, ballin’ at the stadium at nineteen
airplane boardin’ like they be on the flight team
came a long way from a fairy in his pipe dream
she just waitin’ for the cherry on her ice-cream.
Instead she wipin’ off her teary eyelids,
should’a took momma’s advice and trapped the guy wit kids.
‘Cause when he got offered a spot in Ireland
married some hot blonde haffer on an island

[Chorus] [He said] You can call me a dog but a ***** is a *****
Always sniffin’ out yo dough when you getting yo biz
First they move in your crib, then they cruise in your Benz
Next thing you know you payin’ for wedding rings.
Divorce in two years, maintainin at least two kids
She takin all your ****, it’s alimony revenge
But you can’t live without her, she a foe and a friend
A dog is a dog ‘cause a ***** is a *****