It has come to my attention, that you are a pimp in distress. I can’t imagine how many hot combs, crack pipes and foster children you deal with on a daily basis? I have hope that this letter finds you in good spirits and a peaceful persona. You will never find anyone that understands your anger, like me. You have a Napoleon Complex, and that’s OK. Please take the time to revisit your chain of events that have occurred in the last three months.
You pimp slapped someone in Target.
You tried to out run police on your mechanical tricycle.
You and your chicks tried to stone an innocent man on a tractor.
You decided to curse people out that paid to see you!
You outed Johnny Gill, Eddie Murphy,and Jamie Fox.
You decided to tell the world that you were from Mars.
You threatened to beat up a man in front of statue of Jack London!
You told an audience member that he was broke, and smelled like Top Roman!
I would be here for 45 years, if I did a recap of everything you have done, this year.
Please take a break!
Your Sister In Christ,