What's up podcast where we back? Well, we're here. We're not even back. This is episode

one. Let's get around to the polls going. Nobody here. Nobody here is just me. It's me and

a few friends. Hey guys, are we here? Ah, well, I'm really excited to be here again. I know

you can't tell, but I can't let you bitches know exactly how I feel. I'm famous. I'm famous.

This face with a mustache has been plastered all over the internet. And now I'm famous. Okay,

so from the gate, I want to let all you internet niggas know, be careful what you wish for.

You know what I'm saying? It's like you posted and posted, posted, maybe I go viral,

maybe when you go viral, viral, I think it's taking picture when you're buying pads and shit.

You know what I mean? Like I can't go by as it's cream no more. You know what I mean?

I mean, people have little problems that they want to like sneak in a wall green. Get the

monostat. You know what I'm saying? Tell her follows me. You know what I mean? And that's

over for me. And I want you all to know it's like I'm a regular bitch, which lets me know

now like all these celebrity people are regular people stop running down on people. Man,

just give them a little high chuck of do's, you know, and keep them moving. I'm a regular

fucking person. When you turn into a famous person overnight, it automatically gives people

a fucking right to like just say the meanest things to you. Somebody call me a snow monkey

the other day. A snow monkey. And it hurt because I feel like if it was a snow monkey, I would

look like that my father. You know what I mean? You know, I'm very honest. If you familiar

with no climbing wager, I try to keep it real. If it were such thing as a snow monkey, I wouldn't

be it because I'm a human, but I would probably look like the snow monkey is what I'm saying.

That's why that fuck me up. Shakuri to two and two from DC. They hurt my fucking feelings.

All right. My dams are crazy. They're insane. It's rappers in them shit, though. Rappers,

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