Thug Dreams
Whoever it is who’s responsible for these kinds of things, a higher power, karma, the reason the chicken crossed the road, he/she knew what he/she was doing when they didn’t make me rich। If I was filthy rich and by this I mean make the guy richer than Bill Gates look like a Sudanese Darfur orphan, complete with the pot belly from kwashiorkor, skinny legs, and the eyes that beg “why?”. If I was richer than him, I’d have this car; it would be totally absolutely utterly pimped out. I’m talking a stretch hummer, with a hot tub in the back, gold rims with actual diamond. My rubber would be first class rubber, the original type that came from Belgian Congo, where my cousin from another mother three times removed lost his arm trying not to harvest it. The tint would extra extra extra…I can’t say extra enough but it would extra tinted. The car would be black but the windows would be even blacker than car. I’d have a BOSE surround system. I’d let my sisters ride around in my car and I’d drive. I’d drive around and play just one song, Haterz Everywhere We Go, the new remix by B.O.B featuring Rich Boy. It would be on loud, with bass booster and everything and I’d be bouncing the Hummer. And just so you could see who you were hating on, I’d roll down the window and have my sisters at each one, all of us in stunners just bumping our heads to the beat.
Do you see it?
Do you see it?
