What's going on, Stero? This your boy DJ Amethy Butler back with another post. What the fuck is this? I don't, I don't, this ain't rap, this ain't hip-hop. Like, this is just disgusting. Like, are we promote, are we promoting the hoes? Why? They should be on the stroll somewhere. Goddamn, I'm disappointed.

Listen, one thing we know it is, is entertaining. They making oodles of money, but I just hate it. Why they had to put Popeye's in? You know what I'm saying? Popeye's is an established place, okay? Don't bring Popeye's in it. That's all I'm saying. Where they, where they friends at? They ain't got no friends.

Aye, so, I seen this post and I'm like, this is what I don't need no man look like, three decades later, three generations later, this is what it look like? These your queens? Is these your queens?

Mr. Butler, what can I say about this? It's pretty bad, bro. It's pretty bad.

Bro, these ain't even hoes. This is just fucking ratchet stupidity. Like, the hoes ain't talking like this. This is just ignorance at its finest. Free public school at its finest. Free public school dropouts at its finest. Like, nah, I ain't even putting the hoes on this one. This is just pure ratchetness. Ghetto trash. Somebody put them out for the garbage man to pick up.

You know, Mr. Butler, I honestly am rendered speechless that this is what's being put out. My kids, this is what they're feeding them? No. That's why I made my own lane with music. This is honestly just, why does they got to talk about my pussy this, my booty hole, I swallow nut like an elephant? What the fuck, bro? Where are the real bars at? It's just embarrassing.

Like this shit was no talent. No talent at all.

Shit, it's crazy, that's what it is, crazy, uh-uh.

Shit ridiculous, bro. I don't know what this shit coming down to, yo.