i can tell you don't know shit about business... if you still over there sagging and what not... dressing like a fuckin clown outta the Big T section... you aint bout to make no real money...
i defended my homie cause that's some shit that i would wear... just being real... you the one felt butthurt that i wasn't finna dickride ya HOF title and just laugh at ya lame ass jokes...
nah nigguh.... it don't work like that....
you can do one of 3 things... pussy...
1. stfu and prepare to get bodied....
2. eat a dick...
3. get some fucking sense... and some fuckin money... you broke orangutan of a wife having ass... ole i work at mcdonalds so all my jokes mcdonalds related ass muh fucka... ole dickies and FILA wearing ass nigguh... ole "im not leaving the house till my Tee and my jeans hittin my knees" ass clown... ole 'the only hope i got is rap' ass boy...
now stop actin like a lil ass kid... stfu... and work on yo diss...