Rap for the rachet

It went down at the frat, that Fiji house mess,
Charlie in letters, but failed the loyalty test.
Had a dime by his side, Julia, so fine,
Blonde bombshell, loyal, one of a kind.

She pulled up to mixers, wearin’ his crewneck,
Reppin’ her man while he disrespects.
‘Cause late one night, when the lights got low,
He dipped with Hailey, a Kappa on the low.

Out back in the woods, where secrets unfold,
He fumbled a queen for a moment that’s cold.
Hailey knew too — yeah, she played her part,
But Charlie’s the one who tore out a heart.

Julia found out — now the group chat blew,
Screenshots flyin’, receipts in view.
She dropped that boy, didn’t cry, didn’t beg,
Just posted a selfie with a caption: “Next.”

Now Charlie’s in the lounge, tryna act chill,
But everyone knows — and the silence kills.
So toast to the girls who know what they’re worth,
While boys like him just crash and burn.

(Fiji letters? Please.)
She deserves the world — not some frat house sleaze.