F*ck b*tches, get money

I KNOW everyone can feel me on this song. Back when hip hop gave you that chill feeling, and the shit in daily rotation was something that we could all relate to.

So here's my question, why is NY full of crazy women!?! You meet someone who you think is maybe a little crazy, but in a good way. The next thing you know they turn into America's next psycho and all your bills are up to date but you once again have to screen all your calls. You are afraid to go out to any clubs because the whole lot of them may be there, or even worse, you'll attract more. And as I post this, I'm probably going to get a flood of text messages asking why I'm so cruel.

I guess this is a question with no real answer. What defines crazy? What's good crazy and bad crazy? And is it all perspective? I guess I'm not really sure anymore. But for all of those who ask me why they rarely see me out, this is one response to the question. Apart from working on my own personal projects, why would I want to waste my precious time on people who will only drive my head crazy?

So hats off to you, Junior Mafia and mid/late 90's hip hop. F*ck bitches, get money and prosper!

E