They forget i'm him. They got nothing on me. Shorty got that dung beetle weed packed tight like my ex wife. I'm nice with it. Chanel optics got me seein' shit. This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
I don't know why the microwave was red hot when you burned your hand on it. I honestly don't care either. I'm just enjoying my warmed up soup rn. Don't bother me.