#pg949

so TECHNICALLY dad was buying all these harlequinns and clown shit bc he thought john liked them, right? considering he’s not that into them, but if his son was happy, he’d like whatever the fuck his son liked. in that case, dad thought john liked them when in reality john went on about them bc he hated it and not the other way round.

John: Calm down, it'll be aiiiight.

So all dem years, while you believed da thug was up buskin up tha corners wit hilarious antics, da thug was hustlin as a ordinary bidnizz playa all along yo. Dude was just a playa tryin ta cook up a phat real livin fo' his son. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Maybe da thug was too embarrassed ta rap  tha real deal, biatch? Or maybe dat shiznit was just dat you'd never bothered ta ask, biatch?

Yo ass guess you always just assumed...