All these women around, to look at, talk to, flirt on and dance with, and youвЂ™re here just to mean mug other dudes? That behavior seemed counterintuitive, but not if you understood the tenuousness of what they perceived to be masculinity, how vital it was, to them, to protect it, and how proving a physical and sexual dominance over other men was - is - the most efficient assertion of it. It reminds me in a way of the (presumably straight) men I knew when I was (much, much) younger, who went to nightclubs just to fight. But I will admit to a curiosity about the space queer sex seems to occupy in his mind (and also in DaBabyвЂ™s mind and, yes, Dave ChappelleвЂ™s mind, too). I wonвЂ™t attempt to psychoanalyze Boosie BadazzвЂ™s obsession, which, at this point, I believe constitutes sexual harassment. вЂMonteroвЂ™ holds a mirror to the anti-gay bias and trauma of the Christian church.Boosie responded with a goulash of anti-gay hysterics and a request that Lil Nas X die by suicide. Like Boosie Badazz, whose yearslong, one-sided feud with him escalated recently after Lil Nas X joked on an Instagram Live that they recorded a song together. There are people - many, many, many people - who believe heвЂ™s an abomination. Lil Nas X, however, has no need to fabricate editorial urgency. But mostly they exist the way bulletin board material does for athletes - an exaggeration (or conjuring) of grievance, weaponized to fuel motivation. I mean, Tupac Shakur and Biggie Smalls and Big L and Nipsey Hussle and Pop Smoke were actually killed. ItвЂ™s shortsighted to dismiss each reference to haters as an editorial embellishment. Biggie Smalls was half right when he said, вЂњYouвЂ™re nobody till somebody kills you,вЂќ вЂ™cause the reality is youвЂ™re nobody till somebody wants to. The most popular artists even have syndicates of stans, obsessed fans whose only waking purpose seems to be to locate and challenge anything existing under the nebulous вЂњhateвЂќ umbrella. After many years and umpteen songs into his career, Drake is still discovering ways to invent new вЂњfriendsвЂќ to, um, unfriend. Kanye West shoehorns group texts sent from them into his verses. People only hate if you matter enough to be hated.Д«eyoncГ©, of course, reminds them to вЂњbow downвЂќ (and Becky with the Good Hair to be on call-waiting). Their presence and the articulation of their existence create both a baseline tension and an implied social proof. And I thank you for the Blessings you did.The hater - both the general concept of вЂњhatingвЂќ and the actual, physical hater - is as essential to the structure and aesthetic of contemporary music as the breakbeat and the trap drum. Momma! Momma! U remember how daddy used to act, Act so crazy. She sweet as sweet Sady Momma! Dats my baby. Our love super strong, and she gotta hol on. Now I bless her everynight, cause I'm grown. And I was missin my dad so bad That I ain't listen to my momma, and that was all I had.

She used to send me to my relatives, cause it got to a point, Where momma couldn't tell me shit.

She put me out fo her house, since I was hurtin her heart, She askin God 'Why are you doin this to my babyboy'.? She teachin kids, and she tryna teach a baby games She cook a meal everynight, but then I think. But when I started sellin dope she used to search for me, Ridin cryin, thinkin somebody they gon murder me. When I was young me and my mama rolled deep Watchin daddy lose his mind tot hese muthafuckin streets Running the rooms, scared to go home, living in dooms Saying prayers looking at the moon And you've always been a black queen momma Cause yeen never been no crackfien momma Look, and when my daddy fuckin life was over I watched him cry for two hours on your mommas shoulder This for them soldiers who was raised by they momma Cause daddy was gone, she had it down for thangsgivin Made her kids be strong, expelled from school, Not scared to go home because my momma's fuckin cool.

Lil boosie dear mama