Unhelpful

The tacit amount of emotional disturbance a resident of Long Beach, California endures by default due to said locality is moderately trying for me, Calvin Brodus.
With so much drama in the LBC, it’s kinda hard being Snoop D O double G.
Nonetheless, I, by hook or by crook, continue to fabricate agreeable rhythms, in spite of adversity. Such transpires on a daily basis.
But I, somehow, some way, keep coming up with funky-ass shit like every single day.
May I aim a forcefully applied foot motion at the subject, for the sake of gathered members of an organized group of criminals?
May I kick a li’l something for the G’s?
Meanwhile, I will generate various terminations throughout the duration of a segment of the day flanked by 1:59 and 2:01 AM; this is glibly executed. The revelry retains its zeal and jollity, as the female accountable for my subsistence is, at present, absent from the domicile.
And make a few ends, as I breeze through two in the morning, and the party’s still jumping ’cause my momma ain’t home.
Numerous females of questionable moral ideology, all of which shall remain stationary pending the point in time occurring six hours after midnight, are performing deeds of a sexual nature in the den.
I got bitches in the living room getting it on, and they ain’t leaving ‘til six in the morning.
Have you a strategy? My male counterparts and I have equipped ourselves with latex prophylactic devices.
So, whatcha gonna do? Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers, and my homeboys do, too.
Please, sever the electrical connection of the circuit providing this room with illumination, as well as secure the entrance. Although…
So turn off the lights, and close the door. But…
Hark?
But what?
The constituents of our assemblage feel no affection towards the aforementioned promiscuous wenches.
We don’t love them hoes.
Affirmative. We shall now relish invigorating vegetation whilst responding to an aural stimulus by flagellating our bodies; this is accomplished during the reinforcement of the superiority of my male acquaintances to all female prostitutes.
Yeah. So we gonna smoke an ounce to this. G’s up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this.
I am heading along the length of the boulevard in my automotive vehicle, taking pleasure in an illegal herb, and leisurely savoring an alcoholic beverage.
Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice.
Unperturbed.
Laid back.
While concentrating on my finances, and keeping my capital foremost in my thoughts.
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind.