Sean and I knock out this special episode. thank you all

please stop making hyper-individualism a thing.

ONE EPISODE LEFT…I end the season with a doozy…kinda. My esteemed cousin discus Jay-Z’s wife…Solange’s sister…Tina and Matthew’s eldest daughter. You know her name. Enjoy.

I do this little quick episode talking about my boys and how much I care for them and want them to succeed. I really hope that they don’t do anything to where they are wanted by Interpol for something.

My friend ashley reconnect and have a candid conversation about relationships, coming from & living in a small town, and the dynamics of inter-gender friendships. Hella wavy.

THIS IS NOT A PITY PARTY!!! I am just holding myself accountable for being dumb enough to have had kids with 4 different women. I’m actually ashamed of myself for being so reckless. But with this clarity I now know I’ll never be able to marry/long term date any woman that comes from a stereotypical “good family” because I have mad BMs. So my best bet for a partner are strippers (both current and former), former porn actresses, and maybe even former escorts for me….Or just single til I die.

So I basically do a little quick hitter, to explain my plans for my future estate when I leave it and who I am leaving it to.

Just me bullshittin

Chris and I discuss Kanye, Drake, social media tactics to game the system, and why Scottie Pippen got braids.

I just rant about America’s staunch belief that “individualism above everything else” is going to run us all