Man, look... You can see conceited bytches miles down the road. If an attractive woman is in my presence. Listen, of course I know she's bad, but I ignore the fukk out of her. While nikkas hounding her, I'm in my own world doing me. My world don't stop for her. They pick up on that; they sense the neglect. From there, you control everything. But what I'm saying isn't anything new.
As far as trying to "hook" em, with showers of elaborate, uniquely constructed compliments and love letters through inboxes... Man, you can't take a Thot to the borgata. In other words, hoes can't comprehend that shyt. bytches be 8bits, you tryna speak 16bits. Tryna fit a CD in a cartridge slot. I remember I use to write paragraphs to broads. Notes in class would be thick as the holy bible.... Extra shyt. These online broads reply to basic shyt. A,B,C. Get to the point, fukk all the Shakespearean/Edgar Allan Poe compliments.