I mean she a whore. But at least she making these crackas uncomfy. I applaud that. Whoever she sleeps with, meh who cares. But but a foot on these crackas neck. This OUR shyt. Black youth stuck in the ghetto with no voices. THIS IS OUR OUT. We made this culture from the ground up. Park jams, two turntables and a mic, house parties. Rhyming in the living room for hours to make sure the flow was tight. Repping those who they forgot. Hip-hop. fukk these crackas. Except the beastie boys. They were cool.