Why You Over There Looking At Me?
OH YOU MAD CAUSE HE’S STYLIN’ ON YOU?! Haters everywhere we go, shit. These pictures made me reflect back to one of Passah Mason Betha’s soul stirring sermons about malice filled side-eyes in the club. Open your Bibles and follow with me:
Now what the hell is you lookin’ for? / Can’t a young man get money anymore? / Let my pants sag down to the floor / Really do it matter as long as I score?
Tabernacle! Does it matter as long Gary Shider [don't try to pronounce it as 'shit-tar' in your head either] scores, really? Things that make you go hmm. Marinate on that and holla at me in the morning.