Hey, Bae. Why you so violent, huh? You need a snickers or something? First and foremost, your punk ass killed Treyvon Martin so I ain’t even trying to give you no motherfucking spotlight. But your stupid ass got arrested again!? And this time for busting your bae up with a wine bottle!? First of all, that bitch needs to leave you, cause this the second time you been called the cops on for domestic assault. Why she still with you after the last time TWO YEARS AGO don’t make no kinda sense. But for real though, you seeing an exorcist to manage that demon you got? Cause you all kinds of messed up. Why you gotta walk around so damn angry all the time? Beating on people, standing your ground and shit. Fuck that. Sit your punk ass down. Hitting women and shooting unarmed teenagers. You think that shit makes you a man? You the biggest chump I seen in the longest. Whatever grind you on is some broke business and you need to jump that ship right quick. People like you make me sick, walking around with a misguided sense of entitlement, thinking people need to roll out the red carpet for you. You lucky nobody got a carpet with your name on it, shit you tryna pull. Go to the gym and do some yoga. Attend a motherfucking meditation retreat. Do SOMETHING. Find your fourth chakra and put some love in the world. That anger gonna burn you up, taking bitches and babies down with you. Let it go, Bae.