http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E1a9GjiOc4 Lyrics intended to be as accurate as possible, though even the most erudite can be easily mesmerized by the refulgence of Rick Ross’s beard. Interpretations necessary — for like the exquisite crustaceans that Mssr. Rozay ritualistically devours, the true meaning of his verse only emerges when the carapace is cracked. Bawse. ”My gun dirty/my… Continue reading »























