This is to my brother, Anthony. If you run into this dude on the court, you best turn and walk the other way. I don’t care if my knees are bad, and my back hurts! I’m raining j’s like Lumar Munday, fool! And after you become desperate and terrified of my range, I’m taking you to the hole with vintage posterization moves!
So anyway bruh, I have no pictures of you in Iphoto. What better way to be represented though, than by having me talk crazy!