Nice For What?

Nice For What?

Big ups to Aubrey Drake Graham for the summer’s first official banger. Shit, big ups to the video, with all those tenders. Stop hating on Aubrey and give him his MF creditó. He knows how to make good music. And your baby mama DL all his records on her iPhone. No Apple Music. And I sneak saw a couple of his hits in your menagerie. I’m not gon out you though...for now. Sike!!! I’m on my Marty Mart on Word On The Street. But for real, It’s me. I’m the culprit. Sike! I’ve liked Drizzy since HoustonLantaVegas or whatever. Well, let’s get on with it. I actually have a point.

I’m no male basher. I don’t hate on the next man’s progress. If that’s your cheese or your fuck buddy, play on. I don’t do that type of shit. You know, openly career hate. Niggas like that are career haters. But at the same time, I don’t respect you disrespectful, born when a Bush was president type niggas either. Sho nuff, a bitch is a bitch. No snow coning frozen pee pee. It is what it is. And 9.9 out of 10, she won’t take any offense to your choice of noun. But some of you cum stains have the worst communication skills imaginable. Everything out your jibs is bitch this, bitch that. Then we got the niggas outchea two and three timing their queens. Marriage is a serious thing to me. I respect vows and the idea of my ride or die going all out with me. However, I’m not married because I refuse to do my queen dirty. When it’s my time and Ms. Wonderful is in my life, party over (she may indeed be).

For reasons like the above, our ladies today are on some different type shit. And...shit...I can’t blame them. A lotta women you meet in the streets are mean AF. Bad attitudes out the ass. But truth be told, they deserve to be upset, cuz a whole lotta bruvas ain’t shit. And it’s been that way for a while now. So, sexy ladies deserve to be nice for what on these pussy ass niggas. Y’all don’t have time to cater to the bullshit. Ya put up with it for far too long. Just fuck em. Fuck em girl, fuck em! (You So Crazy!) And be...nice for what to these niggas? They don’t deserve it. But when you’re in the presence of a Don such as myself, relax yourself and enjoy the music and aromatics. A sip of cognac, perhaps, and remember: I’m not the nigga or niggas who did you greasy. Return the respect that’s given, and we’ll have a MF ball. I don’t mind you feeling some type a way about not shit niggas, just don’t ever assume that I’m one. I deal with sophistication. Anything less is non cypher. I’m certain my real nuccas agree. If you take offense, I musta pulled your card.

(Drops the mic and walks off stage)