Afroman

So here I am.

I'm getting like two and three comments on Instagram.

I'm doing all right, but, you know, I'm bored.

When they kicked the door in,

Money kicked down the door.

Material kicked down the door.

I didn't have nothing to write about.

You know, like, I'm okay.

I'm rich.

I can't be rapping about how I'm in the ghetto no more.

You know what I'm saying?

But when they kicked down the door, they gave me

relevant, interesting material.

What they did, searching your house, gave you the right to do everything you- Under the circumstance that I got freedom of speech, after they run around my house with guns and kick down my door, I got the right to kick a can in my backyard, use my freedom of speech, turn my bad times into a good time.

Yes, I do.

And I think I'm a sport for doing so.

Because I don't go to their house, kick down their doors, flip them off on their surveillance cameras, then try to play the victim and sue them.

Just like she knew I was upset when she was standing in front of my kids with an AR-15 with her hand around the trigger ready to shoot me.

Just like she knew I was upset when she cut my cameras, but I'm not a person, she is.

So I'm sorry for being a victim.