Inspired by Rawse and Meek Mill’s Tupac Back.
Bag through tweets! Bag through tweets!
There’s all these silly niggas tryna bag through tweets.
All eyes on avis, tryna picture full bodies.
Subtle tweets and comments, tryna sleep with somebody.
They don’t think that I know. But I’m peepin’ they game.
They straight chasin’ them pixels, and I know that they lame…
Them niggas bag through tweets. Bag through tweets.
There’s all these silly niggas tryna bag through tweets!
Ya know, sometimes I’m on Twitter watching my timeline and I get sad. The same happens when I peruse the comment sections of some popular blogs with substantial communities and repeat names. I sit there shaking my head, looking up to Jesus, and occasionally down toward Satan because I know what I’m thinking in my head don’t make me shit and will probably send me to hell. I get sad because I’m not intentionally looking for story lines or gossip, but I find them anyway. I get sad because discretion is a lost art and these e-niggas try so hard to win online because they’re losing in real life. I don’t like to see my brethren lose. I really want us to win away from the QWERTY. But some of these cats…
These f*cking relentlessly e-bagging-ass negroes. Like how many chicks can you compliment on a blog or twitter about their avatars? How many times can you publicly ask for pictures because you like to admire “true beauty?” How many far off places are you willing to fly, drive, or swim to because you know some e-chicks will be there and you wanna capitalize in 140 characters or less? How many gchats can you ask for? To quote the great Rza: “F*cking ridiculous!” Dudes out here on Foursquare checking into Lamont’s House of Lame Sauce and Wack Hollers.
Nigga, I can see you! If you’re doing this publicly, I can only imagine what you’re doing via DM and how many chicks have added you to a list called “Skeevy Cats” or “Thirst with Nuts.” Of course you’re wondering why I care enough to write a post on wack e-hollering ass negroids. The answer is simple:
I want us to do better.
Have I hollered at chicks online? Yeah. I have. The difference is you don’t see it. And if someone does tell me they noticed something, I make adjustments and ask whoever it is that I’m interacting with to make adjustments as well. You know why? Because I value privacy even though I don’t have a padlock next to my name.
I think “Have no shame in your game” is one of the worst phrases to ever be spewed on earth. Because honestly, shame is what gets people lashed across their backs or disowned in some countries (and even in the United States). E-hollering-ass-negro, step your game up. Don’t be the guy that proposes via twitter with a bit.ly link to a jpeg of a wedding ring to @30 chicks. You are not winning even if you do land betwixt some ratchet walls. Cloak your thirst. People will respect you more for it even though it’s obvious you don’t care about respect.
Disgusted & Humored,
For those that want to behold the ignorance, here’s the video to the song referenced: