I did shit today, yo

Yo this is a vintage talking box made by that cray nigga edison. Prolly just stole the idea from one of his mindslaves and cut in line at the patent office.

Nigga edison knew the name of the game, son. Brand advertising, get yo name out there.

Old school sexists knew how to dominate! They like, "yeah, you filthy ho. You do so damn fine flipskirtin with this shit. Buy one, so your home nigga dont haveta look atcha ugg face."

Yo this shits by gold lake, california, next to this bomb hood named graeagle. Bunch of rich mothafuckas up there, b.

Some more of this talking box. Fleek, yo.

Fuck nature, you cray. Its like, i got problems and shit but natures like, "oh yeah, nigga? Ive been building this geology for eons, you dont know shit."

Some more shit inside the talking box.