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Beefing With Your Son's Favorite Father is Nuts
An open letter to Future
Future is cool for what he is: A rich, drugged-up, dreaded down playboy with no love for the "hoze." Truth be told, I'm a music head at heart, so as "conscious" as I may seem, I often bob my head to trendy bops with extra-large sides of debauchery, dysfunction, and misogyny.
Granted, Future has never been a fave of mine, but you'd be hard-pressed to convince me not to twerk my behind while chanting "molly percocet" and screaming "aayyyyyeee" at the top of my lungs when "Mask Off" is on.
Can I talk my sh*t again?!
At this point, I need Future to take his mask off, so I can speak to Nayvadius DeMun Cash. Yes, that's his real name, Chile. I researched it thoroughly.
Disclaimer: I'd like to prerequisite this by saying that I'm just a writer with strong opinions. I stand up for women and children, especially Black ones, and unfortunately, this often leaves me in a space where I have to address grown a** men. It's not my favorite part of the job, but a necessary…
