content: When someone offers your kids weed, you open their car door and smack them, then they shoot you and let’s say (I know he lived, but stay with me) you die. That’s called being “dead right.” Yeah, you’re right in that they shouldn’t have offered your kids drugs, but now you’re dead. You’re dead right. People get so caught up in their Insta “persona” and talking about themselves in the third person, “Nobody talks to Clarence’s baby momma and kids like THAT!” Get likes from some retards online, a few lucky encounters with people who restrained themselves from checking you, and one say you find yourself opening some strange lady’s car door and smacking her because “nobody pulls away from Clarence when he’s smackin’ a hoe—“ POP-POP-POP! Look at you.