The other day, I was rolling around solo style. Windows down. Stocks turned all the way up. The track enacting my fool at that point in time happened to be “Feelin’ Myself” by the minister of Thizz, Mac Dre. Because of the playfully twisted beat and on behalf of the fallen, I was blatantly oblivious to my surroundings and amidst a state of bonelessness. As I made my right turn and the car previously to my left went forward, I saw a tattered big body full of snotty, underage goth chicks were staring back, mocking me with their hands waving out the window.
They must not have known the name of the song.
Mac Dre – “Feelin’ Myself”