
That's the look of lost. The fact at one point of your life, you was the baddest bytch in the game. Had the dustiest rapper singing sweet mood Muzik in your ear. And just the greatest contribution to ass since biblical times.
Now you are pretending to give line ups because the OF money is looking fishy. Your dusty ex rapper clowning on 6 to 7 figures just to talk shyt.
And the reality hits of being in your 40s, crows feet got the perm, your skin develops a tight knit old head look, your ass is played out in favor of something more juicer and artificial. You became the auntie, when ages ago you was the queen b.
You either settle for that bus driver, trap enough to get a dumb rapper, hope for a dumb NBA player, or just live life in a void of despair because the rent is due and not a single soul cares...