Transcript
It's been a while.
since we've gone through my Instagram poems.
This is a big deal.
Right. My Instagram poems are probably
the finest literary works.
in the history of the English language.
Maybe I'm being a bit too humble.
But
They're definitely, definitely
at least that
So,
When I write these things, I put them on Instagram.
I expect all you fuckers to pay attention and be impressed.
And just to make sure,
I'm going to read them to you because I have people say to me, oh, but when I I've heard other people read them back to me. Right. And they read it and the timing's all wrong and the poem doesn't sound good because they're stupid. People are stupid and they read them with the wrong timing and then it doesn't make any sense.
So I'm going to read them to make sure they're read correctly.
This is a picture of me.
just in the office chilling, three Ferrari keys, whiskey,
about 100 G's.
30 grand Hublot.
$15,000 jacket.
Cigar, you know, whatever, normal day.
I show less than I have to stay tasteful.
I'm still catching hate because they're hateful.
Too much food out the gate, it's a plateful.
Now your girl's full of Tate and she's grateful.
I show less than I earn because I'm humble. You're bitchin' my ride because you fumbled.
Yes, I hear a couple pussy damn grumble.
but they don't try and step, I don't stumble.
I show less than I know I've stopped talking.
Split the bullshit from truth I've been clocking.
See me sit and don't speak like I'm hawking.
But there's feet behind talk, bitch, I'm walking.
I show less than I love, but I miss her.
Thinking back to the last day I kissed her. She left a sore on my heart.
There's a blister, but I fucked the next best thing.
That's her sister.
How is that not beautiful? Because you people are dumb. Food out the gate, that's a plateful. Food is English slang for drugs, I'm moving drugs, plate, food.
People don't get it. You don't get the little pieces of beauty that are in my writing.
Let's look at the next one.
Big and strong like brandy, pink Lambo floss like candy. Made the rich list can't ban me. I made a quick twitch that's handy.
Bad man stock
Big man shock. Don't walk the talk, run the block. Got a beauty queen bitch on lock. And she's 19, just like my Glock.
Grab robust, I got wonderlust. Thrust adjust, about to combust. I stay robust with her mistrust. 'Cause the love's a must, bitch is gold dust. I got a money bag I'm hiding.
Too many supercars I'm riding. Chicks like this pic I'm deciding, and which DMs I'm about to be sliding.
once again
Because you're all dumb. Let me break it down. Pink Lambo floss like candy.
Flossing is like flexing.
Candy floss is pink.
My Lamborghini is pink. Do you understand the brilliance? No, of course you don't. You don't understand any of it.
She's 19 like my glop. Glop 19.
For the real G's.
I'll give you fuckers one more.
I'm a nice man.
I often like to write romantic poems because when I write romantic poems, bitches send it to my inbox and go, "Is this for me?"
And I say, "Yeah, bitch."
for all y'all.
The moon was missing from our darkest night.
I planted a billion stars, but it didn't feel right.
I wanted our love to shine, but it grew too bright.
The send brought to light, our end is in sight.
Heartbroken punches call them mood swings. I'm the king of the ring with heartbreak to bring. You dealt with the dong.
I deal with the ding, took a shot in the heart,
and I'm feeling the sting.
I want to ride horses in a rainstorm. I have a cold stare, but my heart's warm. I didn't show love. I try to reform. My sleeves kind of worn because my heart's torn. Should I get you back?
or make you cry, make you forgive me, or fuck up your life. It's gonna be a battle, but I'm built to supply, and I'm training to fight.
in the heat of Dubai. That's me in Dubai punching pads, boom, boom, boom, boom. Don't call it no gangster shit, come out with that love shit.
Who wants to ride horses in a rainstorm? You know how many bitches want to ride horses in a rainstorm?
My sleeve's kinda worn and my heart's torn, as in, I wear my heart on my sleeve.
and it's worn because I've been wearing my heart on my sleeve too long, and now I'm damaged, poor Andrew.
You understand there's no point being a full time tough guy.
You're going to be a full-time tough guy, but the women got to look at you and go, maybe...
Maybe there's enough underneath the tough guy that he will love me.
Good luck.
you