Damn, Meek Won.
Ain’t s**t else to say.
Hell, I would!
Dear Dude Schmushed Between Rick Ross, Wale, Meek Mill, Nicki And Their Mates,
You are in a great space. I don’t know who you are, aside from you being P-Mon, Meek’s right hand, which kind of means I do. I don’t care – you could be his right foot. It does not matter that you are there in the middle of Rick Ross and his lady, Wale and his lady and the burgeoning love of Nicki Minaj and Meek Mill. Speaking of Meek, what’s so funny? OK, maybe it is a bit funny. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this one is about 1,100 at least.
Nevertheless, you got no cause for worry. I’m sure you get mad thots on fleek (or whatever the words are today) and, if you don’t already, you soon will. Women love a sympathetic thug figure and will take care of you accordingly. Nevertheless, this picture is classic and there are nothing more than classics in the future for you, brother. You are already becoming a blog sensation.
I salute you and would trade places with you in a heartbeat. Pause. You are clearly somebody important. More important to me.
One and middle finger to the haters.