Ayo whattup son. This the nigga that been "talkin greasy" bout you nahmean. Ayo first off a nigga jus wanna say sorry you went n took the nigga Stars bait like that on the radio nahmean. You kinda a moron for that tho b. The nigga put a water gun to ya head n you got down on ya knees for the nigga. But I get it son. P-Tone aint mad at you like that. You was thinkin the nigga had a real gun aimed at you n you jus panicked namsayin. But he played you b. Nigga basically pulled out his didick n said "ayo you can get high by suckin on this shit right here Wiz...how bout a little peck? Jussa peck Wiz". N you did it son. You gave the nigga a peck. Next thing you kno you straight blowin the nigga pa. N that was it son. Nigga jus zipped up n left u there to deal wit whatever namsayin. The nigga had you in his jail cell n convinced you to put on a wig n dress for him nahmeans. He threw a quarter on the ground n asked you to pick the shit up n you bent over for the nigga son. He straight plugged you son. The nigga straight brokebacked you wit the spit on his hand move n you got straight violated b. No offense son but we all seen how the shit went down namsayin. See you gotta realize you a dolphin nigga swimmin wit sharks son. N you a fragile lookin nigga to begin wit nahmean. You the type a nigga that might break ya arm from beatin a egg too fast namsayin. Ya shit can snap on you at any minute g. Son you cant even do a push up without worryin bout ya elbows poppin out n ya chest breakin in half. Word bond. You slap a nigga five n you gotta 50/50 chance of ya wrist snappin like a chick o stick on you son. You a malnourished nigga nahmean. You like a human stick figure fam. You look like you made of tree branches namsayin. You cant even go outside on a windy day son. You need a nigga holdin the kite string tied to ya just to walk outside in case the breeze pick up my nigga. N you a soft nigga to top all that off nahmean. You like a human loofah son. You softer than pasta noodles b. You got shampoo blood my nigga. Nahmean. Lets jus be straightforward bout the situation son. N you talkin all that G shit when you barely even F son. You all the way confused nahmean. You a cinnabon nigga son. You softer than a sack of vaginas nigga. Aint nobody takin you serious as a G namsayin. Ayo a nigga jus tryin to help you right now son. Come on pa. Ya catalog fucked up too son. How you gon have a song called G'ed Up son? What the G stand for son? Gummi wormed? Glamored? Where we gon draw the line my nigga? You jus gave Bruno Mars n Chris Brown the green light to call theyselves Gs now too son. We gon have to deal wit Katy Perry callin herself a G thanks to you son. That shit aint kosher my nigga. They gon be like ayo if that skinny swamp nigga wit the lullabies in his catalog callin hisself G it should be aight then namsayin. Nobody tellin THAT mutant nigga he aint a G so it should be open season then nahmean. Aint nothin gangsta bout you like that Wiz. Come on pa. Nigga you couldnt be less gangster if you started rockin rhinestone bikinis. Nigga you could start rockin murses n a feather boa n ya ass would still be at the same level of G that you already was son. Thats cos you at the very lowest level of G already. Which is not G. Nahmean. Gangstas dont try to wife another high profile niggas leftovers my nigga. Gangstas dont only weigh triple they birth weight by the time they grown ass men son. Gangstas dont make soft nigga instruction manuals like Roll Up n expect regular niggas to consider them Gs pa. N even if you was gangsta youd be like the low calorie version b. Youd be diet gangster or sum shit. Youd be gangsta lite or sum shit like that Wiz. Namsayin. But on the really real you more jus like gangster free namsayin. No disrespect tho nahmean. But I dont get you son. Somebody need to send you back to Middle Earth or wherever you came from son cos you aint fittin in wit humans nigga. You look like one the aliens from Men In Black son. Namsayin. You look like a stretched out Lil Wayne b. But its all love Wiz. Ayo I see you jus tryin to make a livin son. You makin wack moves n shit but at least you payin ya bills namsayin. Dignity aint eybodys thing son. You aint gotta be worried bout all that Wiz. Do you. Anyhow the god jus hopin you accept his apologies nahmean. It took a lot for a nigga to swallow his pride like this son. Hope you appreciate that. N yo cop that Shaolin Vs Wu Tang joint my nig. Shit is fire son.
Aight peace.
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