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 lithatory 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've heard other people read them back to me, right?

And they read it and the timings 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, heublobe, $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 tape and she's grateful.

I show less than I earn because I'm humble.

...